Oh my God five nights at flumpty's!! You did such an amazing job!

5

W-who's dead?

Evil Peter: he called me fatass and said I'd been eating too much. I got mad and we started fighting. He gave me a black eye.

Evil Peter: Evil Mikey and I got into a big fight... so i started eating a bunch.

Evil Peter: I've been stress eating lately. That's why my shirt didn't fit.

Evil Peter: it's not that it's just... I've gained a few pounds.

Evil Peter: -puts in shirt- hey! It fits a bit better. -looks in mirror and frowns-

Evil Peter: -turns red- n-no! Keep your shirt on. I'm not looking for a competition-sucks in belly a bit more and is holding his breath-

Evil Peter: -sucks in his belly to look skinnier to Sour-

Evil Peter: -takes off shirt showing huge scars and fresh cuts-

Evil Peter: -is blushing really hard-

You should feel like your life is worth living because your life is beautiful to me. (Ps I'm chubby and I can't do one fucking push up so you're good)

I'd*

Evil Peter: -blushes- is rather not say what size I am...

Evil Peter: damn it. Fuck. Stupid shirt...

Where'd you get it?

FRIEND! -hugs-

Evil Peter: I'm eh. Trying to pull -grunt- down my shirt. -is blushing in embarrassment-

Thanks dude! -starts smoking- oh God that's good stuff