...en it occured to me" She answered, "Stan, why dont we use plates as mirrors?"
"Uh sure thing Mom whatever you say" Steve adds.
Hayley then interrupts by walking into the living room in her purple nightrobe with a guilty look on her face.
Roger claps and giggles.
"Little miss hayley kins got some last night" "OOOh dont tell me who, let me guess..." Roger puts his thinking face on.
Hayleys blushes then scowls at Roger.
"Why have I not said anything yet?" The talking german fish remarks. "I have been here zee whole time ja"
"ARGH Would you all shut up and let me SPEAK?" Stan growls yet again.
Everyone rolls their eyes and takes a seat on the couch.
Roger stumbles onto the carpet.
"Francine where are the peacan sandies?", "I gotta hangover from hell and i need my comfort food to supress my awful boredom which is this bland existence"
"Well Roger, maybe if you didnt drink so much-" Hayley sighs.
"Hey woah, alcohol dosent cause hangovers okay?" Roger smartly replies. "Waking up does" He cries and runs into the kitchen to find his fave of all snacks.
Stan decides to keep talking until everyone paid him the attention he knew he deserved.
He placed both hands on his hips and stood infront of the couch like the proud republican blue suit wearing man of the house that he was.
"Attention family" "We have guests coming to stay"
"oh yay who?" Steve inquires