xD Awes...poor Freddy. The scanner ate the couch.

Freddy walks into Spyke's house, opening the fridge and gazing wistfully at the cans of beer....shuddering at the thought of what J.V. would do if he actualy drank. I want just a little...he whimpered to himself as he grabbed a soda instead. Nobody was here...Red was out with Spyke, Pins was at work still and...where was J.V.? -_- He walked to the livingroom and flopped on the couch, undoing his pants to let the baby have some room. He refused to get wider pants...and his shirt kept riding up from his bulging belly. The only things that fit right were his hat and his boxers, well...the glove too. No one was here so he felt safe to cry about how fat he was getting.