Your buff, spandex clad dad glares over you and you don't know what he's so angry about.
"Hey, dad," you say unsurely.
"You were supposed to clean your room and wash the dishes before you left for school, Timmy," Dyno Dad says.
Your eyes widen. "I'm sorry dad, I'll get right on it."
"NO! Let's see how YOU like things dirty, son."
You are surprised when Dyno Dad turns around with his large, muscular butt pointed at you. He gives his right cheek a rub and a quick slap before he launches a loud and raunchy ...
FAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTT!!!!
The smell hits you instantly, and you realize that those cans of beans in the cupboard probably aren't there anymore. You realize by that sadistic smirk on Dyno Dad's face that he's not done with you yet. You turn around and try to make it to the door, but you are instantly stopped when . . .
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