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 poo! God I feel like when I met tom cruise that one time at the wheat convention! Oh ♥♥♥♥ quagga here comes the motherlode!
you can smell the rancid, rotting poo 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*