Ok, so in order to get a little bit of money, you had to do a little side hustle, but for what job? Being a mechanic, because they had a part-time option. What did you work on? Well, not really cars, but it is more of like, of a receptionist job in all honesty. The narrator means that it was better than to risk your life to be under an car that is heavy as fuck. You worked there for a long time, ever since you turned 18. Joe was the owner of the mechanic shop. His shop was called, “Joe’s Garage” and it was a close walk-by, like a few blocks away from your home. He treated you like you were his younger brother. And now, timeskip to when you are in your mid-20s, and your main job/career offers you a full-time job at their building. You said yes, and obviously you could not pass this opportunity up, since this was your only chance to succeed. But, you do remember that you had stable pay as a receptionist. But, in order to do something great, you have to give up on something. And so, you head to Joe’s office one day and you tell him that you are quitting because a new job in your career path just opened up for you, and it has more greater benefits and pay. When you told him this, he said, in his classic and infamous new yorkish accent…

“Awww, but I’ll miss you…Don’t worry, I’ll try not to, but it was nice working with ya! Have fun at your next job now, you’re free to go!”

He gives you a warm grin, and you were surprised that he let you go that easily. Well, kind of. Because after you left the facility, he said to himself…

“Damn…I wish I saw more of the handsome stud…especially without his clothes…”

He says to himself, calmly as he sighed to himself.

A year later, at the beach…

…So, it was some random hot July day, right? And, it was a year since you took on that new job. How did that job treated you? They treated you fine—nothing out of the ordinary. You decided to take a break and head to the beach for a break from it all. But meanwhile, you see someone familiar—that same chubby and hairy anthro pig was there, wearing his red speedo, and his straw fedora hat. His big and hairy chubby belly was out, for the whole world to see. (Let it out king) He notices you, and says…

“Aye, Peter! Remember me? I was your boss! Come over here!”

That was in a cheerful tone, almost as if he was signaling for you to come over to him. But hold up—why was he wearing a tight, red speedo in the first place? Well, normally, he does not wear this type of underwear, as he usually wears shorts during a hot summer day. He wears a speedo because he had a feeling that you were going to be at the beach today and in hopes of you noticing. Oh, why is he not sweating? Due to him not being at the beach for a prolonged period of time. He then says again! in a more excited tone…

“Ooo, come to daddy!~”