Peter: I thought -hic- you just -hic- -he really couldn’t get his sentence out he was more just sniffling than anything-s-so you don’t hate me?

Sniveling mess*

Peter: -he brought his knees up to his chest as much as his stomach would allow, and sighed- you’re always mean to me and you poke fun at my weight a lot. I like you a lot but I don’t know if you feel the same way -he began tearing up until he was a snive

Peter: oh boy! -he began eating the frosting until he stopped suddenly.- Why don’t you like me?

Peter: oh come on Ira I don’t bite. -he pouted and crossed his arms like an angry toddler. But upon sight of the frosting his eyes lit up, him almost completely forgetting he had eaten so much just a few minutes ago he almost threw up- can I have some?

Peter: -he slid himself down next to him, still clutching at his stomach- Iraaaaaaa -he whined, sprawling himself dramatically on her-

Peter: I can walk (I’m going to skip to the when they get back to the apartment)

Peter: AAAaAA what are you doing? -he wasn’t quite used to being levitated in the air- boize moi you’re going to kill me

Eter to a bakery XD)

Peter: that’s a little harsh don’t you think? -he didn’t look like he’d be functioning very well for a couple of hours. He stood up, only to double over in pain. He looked like he was going to throw up at any moment- (Ira should know better than to take p

Hey hooligan leave her alone

Aww sweetie want to talk?

Who’s that?

(I think Ira is going to have to drag the poor baby-

Hot rarw XD

MEEEEEE I LOVE UNDERPANTS AND THE SIMPSONS

Fist me with those big meaty claws

It is. It’s what makes life worth living

(Gmstranger) peter: I think I am... -he rubbed his stomach and laid on the cold floor.- oh god... just give me a second -he whined-

Ring ring bitch I want to end my life