You are a beautiful woman. You were looking for a job, and found a gig babysitting a kid for two guys. You are now meating the kid for the first time. You were greeted by a human sized talking milkshake, and human sized talking thing of fries arguing with a human, with a wad of meat, about two and half feet tall, with a face rolling around below them.

You presume the meatball is the kid. Seeing you all the guys are shocked, obviously all of them being lonely simps, and you being a pretty girl.

Frylock: "You're the babysitter?!"