No love for the fuzz twins? They just sit there on the wall, hungering for pizza. Maybe some chips or an Ultimate cheeseburger from Jack in the Crack.
But their legs are too short and they don't drive, so when they scootch on over to the The Crack' drive-thru, the pimply teenaged night manager is all like, "Naw uh, We can't serve you. you needs to be in a car, Bro. Sorreeezz"
Hungry. Sitting on the shelf. People passing them by every day, but no play. They're starting to descend into a spiral of doubt and self-loathing.
Poor little Fuzzes, never did hurt no one.
You don't like the Fuzz. You pretend they don't exist - talking about them like they're not even in the room.
Look what you've done. They have an eating disorder now... Body Image Dysmorphic Disorder or something. Now they're gonna need Meds which they won't be able to afford and the Cold Turkey withdrawal might make them suicidal.
You HATE the Fuzz. You want them to DIE and go away!
That is so wrong.
Poor little Fuzz.
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