The smell of hot, buttered potatoes wafted into the dining room. Timmy gazed as Tom brought the giant heap of brown and gold.
"Bonn appetite!" said Tom in his a deep, crisp voice.
Timmy just couldn't wait. He towered his plate with potatoes (and gravy) and dug in with his fork raised high.
"Wait!" said Tom in his alarmed (not cool) voice. "What is that HAIR doing in there?!". With a quick swipe, he emptied the contents into the trash bin.
"WAHT HECC?!" Timmy shouted in fury. "It is for your good." he replied. In frustration, Tom spat at the ground.
"NANI?!" shouted Tom, and his expression turned furious. He kicked Timmy out of the house and then proceeded to bat him to half death with his baseball bat. "ouCH... No... PLease... SorRy... OUCH!!" The face of the now unrecognizable Timmy lay unconscious on thē̷̺̰ floor. Timmy thē̷̺̰n w̵͎̿͝a̴̠͎̘͆͛ͅl̶͓̺̭̏ked̵̥͎̍ͅ to ẗ̷͚͚́̿h̶̖̖̳̞̽e e̴̠̒͘m̴̮̳̖̔ͅp̴̧͖̭̥͇̊̃̓ty̵̨͗̇ pl̶̛͍͉͔̾́̐̈́ȧ̶̡̱̒̅ṯ̴̭͕̊e̵͉̦͂̐̾̏̕͜ and̴̢̢̳͓̩̰͇̥̒̀͐̊́̐͘͝ͅ p̸̢̩̼̯̝̘̰̻̟̈́́̀͜r̶͉̥͒͛͒̂̀̈́́̆͘o̵̱̱͙̮̒͂̎ceę̷͚̳̼̹͎͐̉ͅd̸̡̧̫̟̩͓̲͙̾͒̎̅̄̂̚ͅͅę̷̞͔̹̿̈́d̵̩͂̂ to̵̖͕̔́̎̕ b̴̨̛̜͘u̴̙̹͊͝r̷͔̂͘n t̸̯̽h̵̛̳e ṗ̷̡̝̖̦̺̲͔̰̭̃̒l̵̝̘̦̤̠͇͎̞̋͋ͅä̴̳̟͖̯̞͉̻͙̬̜͍̼̫̪͎́̌̿̊̐̀̇̋̈́́̓̂̾̅́̏̎̚͠te w̴͉͇̣̰̩͉̔̋́į̴̠̺̙͇̖̱̺̩͕͚̅͋̃͂̈́̏̒̔̿͒̓͜͜͝ͅͅt̴̢̧̡̡̨̛̰͉̟̮͚̥̥̱̼̏͊̓͆́͆͗̑͛̐͠ͅh Tim̵̡̢̢̞̺̜̰̝̱̥͙͇͔͓̉͝m̶͙̖̹͕̹͍̜̖̱̙̀̓̒͐͆̀͌̑͘ỵ̸̜̮̎́̆̐̓̀̄̌́̓͌̉̈́̒̒̈́͐̕ aņ̸̛̘̰̗̗̥̗̯̱̞̮͈̹̠͉̘͒ḑ̷̡͇͖͇̰̠͈̹̞̱̱̘͓̣̟̭̓̄̊̚ cre̵̖͚͙͖̝̹̮̻͛́̎̆̓̓̑m̸̛̞̱̦̅̿́̍͊̓̏̒́̇̑̌͋͑̏͝a̵̖͎̩̭̋̒̑͌̽͐̊͂̆͌͌̄̊̂͆͘ẗ̷̺͎̺̘̥̝̙͈̤̠̰̱̩́̆e̷̬̝̞̖̭̤̼̙̿͂̔͐ hiş̵̛̼̤̭̬͎̬͇̲̣͙̩̼̗̰͂̒͊̇̍̄̒́̾̀͆̎̍̕̕͘̚ ashḙ̸̩͈̠̭̳̭͒-
