As much as Timothy Allen enjoyed the fact that he kind of owned his own house, (actually his elderly father did) the one thing he absolutely despised about the whole situation was that he had to share it with a bunch of other people that he considered big time losers! None of them had jobs, but then again neither did he. His father wasn't by any means wealthy either, so something eventually had to give sooner or later. Timothy had been warned countless times to get a job, but the only kind of work that he was willing to do was in the porn industry and he knew damn well that was a very competitive field, and he was by no means a spring chicken anymore; in fact he was sixty four years old. Deciding that enough was enough already, he yelled for everyone present to gather in the kitchen. The only one already in the kitchen, Schulz Stevenson, was seated at the table, devouring a plateful of food, oblivious to what was going on around him, so he when everyone filed into the kitchen at once he exclaimed loudly, "Don't any of you DARE touch MY food!! I mean it!! What is everyone doing in here anyway?!?" Timothy sneered back at him, "Can't you fucking hear any damn thing, or has all that excessive gluttony of yours somehow made you deaf?!!?" Carlos Letterbox, the resident lover of everything and anything violent, plopped down in a chair at the table, angrily scowling. "This BETTER be brief, Allen!! I've got MUCH better things to do than sit around and listen to a bunch of hot air coming out of your damn mouth for who knows how fucking long!!" Pedro Bluegrass, timid in nature, yet full of piss and vinegar, entered with a glum expression on his face. "It's sunny AGAIN today!! I'm tired of it!! When are we EVER going to get any stormy weather around here?!!?" There was still several more individuals living at the large three story house that hadn't yet shown up yet, but Timothy was getting quite impatient, so he decided to begin without them. "None of us were fucking born yesterday, so we ALL know that bills, mortgages, and other assorted shit can't get paid without some source of income from somewhere or another, meaning we ALL have to start looking for jobs right NOW, NO ifs, ands or butts!! This EXCLUDES selling drugs, sorry!!" Schulz swallowed what he had been eating, looking over mournfully at Timothy. "Nobody is going to hire us, Timothy! We're ALL too OLD!!" Snickering at Schulz's comment, Pedro sneered, "But wouldn't that be considered discrimination, or something?!!? You know how that goes about race, age, creed, and sexual orientation, etc!!" Timothy concluded with this statement, "We either all contribute financially, or lose the damn house and be on the fucking streets!! My father warned me he's going to reclaim the house and kick us all out to the curb if we don't do something to show him that we're at least TRYING to be somewhat responsible adults!!" "How about I, or we, as a collective team, all kill the motherfucker instead?!!" suggested Carlos. That way we all get to do what WE want, instead of being ruled by a fucking dictator!! What say you all?!!?" His proposal is met by a bunch of moans and groans and general discontentment, to his great dismay. Letterbox waved them all off, clicking his teeth in disappointment. "You're just a bunch of pansy ass cowards!!" 

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