You sat in one of the booths at Captain Bob's as your boyfriend, Carl Gallagher, talks to his boss, who was a middle aged lady that was a little too close to Carl for your liking.

As Carl's boyfriend, you had seen a fair share of weird things due to his family. You had been there for Carl when he got rejected from West Point and almost gave up on it all together.

Carl talked to his boss, Lori, about coming back to work, Lori was clearly happy to have Carl back, a little too happy. "Did you get my letters?" Lori asked, giving Carl an odd look while handing him back his old uniform.

Carl looked down at the uniform and then looked back up, a lightly disturbed look on his face. "Yeah. Why'd you send me dick pics?" Carl asked, clearly a little weirded out.

Lori smiled. "That wasn't my dick, silly." She said, looking at Carl like fresh meat. Carl looked to the side. "Now get your cute keister to work. Fryolator's calling your name.

As Carl begun to walk back to his work station, Lori looked down and slapped Carl's ass. Carl looked over his shoulder, disgusted but not really showing it. You sat at your booth, confused, disgusted, and disturbed.