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Tyler was pretty much the average american, fat and confident father. He obviously loves beer, loves food, but loves the tv even more. He had always been your #1 supporter from day one, always going to your matches, always playing with you when you asked him to.

Tyler was obviously a great father figure for you, even when he always jokes about you. Again, Tyler was a food lover, you could definitely tell, he was fat, super fat. And well, his bloated metabolism also affected you quite a bit, getting some of his genes.

It was a friday morning, 11am to be precise, the sun hit hard on your back while you were playing beach volley with your father, and you could feel yourself sweating from the slightest movement.