To the Troy

A miserable moron was walking down the street like a penguin, lazily shifting his fat pig carcass from one foot to the other. He was carrying the materials for the project, and because the idiot was drenched in sweat, the materials he was carrying were destroyed. The stench had made the ink liquid again, and the paper had soaked and crumbled into a shapeless pile of garbage.

Seeing this, Brian said: "Shit! Okay, fuck it, I rewrote the gpt chat. I'll have him write me a new one."

Like a true scumbag, the idiot threw the rest of the project he had in his hands over the chalk, even though the trash can was literally a step away.

Brian thought, "I'm going to print it at Troy's house. I'm not going to walk back and forth..."

So he didn't change his destination.

After walking about 50 meters, this idiot was already sweating, because it's a real challenge to move when you have such a physical shape.

After a considerable amount of time, the idiot waddled up to Troy's house. Brian knocked on the door, leaving his greasy fist on the door forever.

Footsteps were heard approaching the front door.

*squeak*

Brian threw his arms in front of him and screamed.

Brian: «GYAAAAAAT! SUPER MILF WITH MILKTANKS, OMG!!!»

This asshole would have stood there with a sojack face. But the woman standing in front of him ignored the moron's words and said.

Lydia: «Oh? Ara Ara! What a handsome young man! You must be one of my son's friends right?~ O-Oh my... He just went out for his sport activates... Want to come in? I just made some tea and cookies!~ We can watch a movie while waiting for him!~ Sounds good to you, dear?»

Dressed in an open window sweater that barely contained her massive breast. She stood waiting for an answer…