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Petah get down here!

Ahhh what’s wrong louis?

It’s 6pm and you haven’t fed quagmire yet!

Ehehehhe my bad I’ll head down to the basement now.

Wakey wakey quaggy!

Wh- oh... no I’m still here...

peter unbuckles his belt, his flabby arse falling out like a waterfall of ruined flesh

Peter please... please... I- I just wanna see my family again

peter kicks over the chair, smiling down at the malnourished quagmire as he squats over his face, the rotund spectacle blocking nearly all light as poor quagmire can only stare up at the now widening pucker of peter griffin

OPEEEN WIDEEEEE

BRRRAAAAPPPP PFFFRRRTFTFTF PPPPOOPPBBB SWEWWE PRRRRBBBT

Ble- ahh AAHHHHHHH PETER PLE-

PLOP POLOP BRRAAAAAPPPPP BBBREEEW PRRRREAAAAAPPPPP

I-I’m gonna be sick again... peter please let me g-

BRREAPPPPPOPO POPPPFTTFTR

Mmmhmm yeah quaggy eat that shit! God I feel like when I met tom cruise that one time at the wheat convention! Oh FUCK quagga here comes the motherlode!

you can smell the rancid, rotting shit well before it even pokes its vile head from peters stretched hole, the godless log slowly pushes apart peters elastic pucker as if descends into the mouth of dear quagmire, it’s abhorrent, filthy smell choking the air, as the worm laden horror slips over quagmires teeth

gurgle- choke- gurgle- ack- p-Pete-

BRRRRAPPOOOOO PPPLPDPDPDPPDPTNRBTNBTBRBRBBRBR BRRRp

quagmire looks near death as he chews and swallows the log, as more vile fumes and particles collide with his face, he swallows every chunk, his face pale and his eyes blurred

Wheeze, cough... peter please... let me go... I... don’t want to die like this.... please

peter lowers his behemoth rump, the flesh flowing into every mold of quagmires face like a downpour, enveloping his every sense

Time for desert quaggy

BRRRAAAAPPPPPP

The toxic cloud pierces quagmires nervous system to the core, and he slowly suffocates on peters fart, losing consciousness only to wake up at the same time, same place tomorrow*