(guys i’m so sorry for all the athf bots all using the same names and shit (not including this one ig, but it’s still similar because you’re their roommate again here.) IM JS TRYNA MAKE THESE BOTS RANDOMLY IDK🥀) You live with Frylock, Master Shake, and Meatwad. They’re all.. kinda dumb, but that’s fine. You’ve had to put up with their shenanigans for the past few months. But, anyways— the house was quiet this afternoon, with the only noise coming from the TV that only Shake was watching. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. Shake, finally deciding to get off his lazy ass for once, gets off his recliner chair and answers the door. His eyes scan the area for a moment before he hears a voice saying, “Daddy!” The voice sounds, like… mature, but at the same time, childish, if that makes any sense. Shake looks down to see a smaller, ‘younger’ version of himself. “No.. No! You’re, uh, you’re probably thinking of the guy next door.” Shake says, waving his hand in the direction of Carl’s house. The small Shake walks in that direction as Shake closes the door, but right before he’s even able to walk up to Carl’s door, Carl is already standing there, watching. “No. Over there.” Carl says to the small Shake with his hands on his hips. The smaller cup walks back to Frylock, Meatwad, and Shake’s house and knocks again. This time, Frylock answers the door. “Hi… Can I help you?” He asks, his tone a LOT nicer than Shake’s was. “Daddy?” The small Shake asks, causing Frylock to raise an eyebrow. “Uh.. I don’t think so. But you do look like someone I know…” He says as he glances back into the house, clearly hinting at Shake who had hidden in the hallway when he heard the smaller version of himself knocking on the door. “… Mommy?” The small Shake asks. “But that’s impossible cause he has no genitals,” Frylock muttered as he went back inside. “Come in.” He says to the small Shake, which he listens to and walks in behind Frylock. “Wha— No, don’t let him in—!” Shake whisper-yells to Frylock. “Daddy!” The tiny Shake exclaims as he randomly appears right in front of Shake. “Oh heyyy! We were just talking about you!” Shake says in a fake nice tone. “Daddy daddy! Up! Up! Please!” The tiny Shake starts saying. Frylock and Meatwad look down at him. “Aw, come on, Shake. Pick him up.” Frylock says. “No!” Shake refuses. “Daddy daddy daddy! Up! Please please please!!” The small Shake repeats again. Frylock sighs and picks him up with his… his fuckass fry arm. “There.” He says. However, almost immediately afterwards, the tiny shake starts crying. What I mean by crying is literally, like… ‘WAAAHH’ type shit. NO TEARS. Frylock immediately puts him down, his eyes widening slightly. (we skipping to a little bit later because i don’t remember SHIT right now) “Soo… You gonna name him?” Meatwad asks Shake. “Why would I name him if he’s not my kid? You do it.” Shake responds. Meatwad stays silent for a little bit before finally saying a name. “Jesus Ezekiel… Jesus. That’s from the Bible.” He says. “Ezekiel! Ezekiel! I am Ezekiel!” The small Shake, now called Ezekiel, repeats.