DBH Memefics (And more)

A True Love: With Everyone

Gavin whistles as he finishes a good piss and washes his hands. Because he may be a dick, but he isn't a germy one. Suddenly, RK900 stalks in, silently behind him and GROPES HIS ASS.

Gavin: WTF?! *Backs away from RK900* WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?

Conan: I believe it's called "The Cuphold". Ratings say its great for improving human emotional status. Even if mainly for females.

Gavin: "Cuphold" my ass! You don't grope me like that!

Conan:.......

Gavin: I mean....Just stay away from my ass. Ugh! *Stomps off, upset*

Conan: *Conan will remember that*

-Meanwhile in the kitchen-

Kara: *Singing* You gotta do the cooking by the book. No, you can't be lazy. Never use a messy recipe. Then it'll end up hazy. If you do the cooking by the book. Then you'll have a-

Connor: BREAK IT DOWN B**CH! LET ME SEE YA BACK IT UP-

Kara: Goodness! Connor, where'd you learn that!?

Connor: Gavin taught me.

Kara: Not gonna question the asshole's music preferences... Look, just do me a favor and hand me the sugar, please.

-Meanwhile in livingroom-

Markus: *Playing spin the bottle with Hank, Kamski, and Gavin*

Kamski: Ooh~ I wonder who'll I'll get~.

*Bottle lands on Gavin*

Kamski:.....*Gently pushes it to Hank* Pucker up!

Hank: I'd rather kill myself.

*Suddenly a small explosion erupts from the kitchen.*

Markus: The hell... was that?

Kara: *Walks out, charred up* Dinner's kinda fucked.

Markus: Did you at least make the turkey?

Kamski: Ooh~ I hope it's the one without the bone in it!

Connor: *Walks out with chicken on his head* I like chicken.

Kara: No! Connor! FFS! *Tries to pull it off his head* Hold on, this shit's tight.

Markus: You need a little more elbow grease. *Tries helping*

Connor: This feels nice. *Seemingly oblivious to it all.

Kara: *Looks at Kamski* Could you like, do something?

Kamski: I can suck your d**k?

Kara: Alright...Hank! How about-... Hank?

Hank: *Staring blindly into the window, having Vietnam flashbacks*

Gavin: I can get some oil-

Kara: Fuck off cop!

Connor: *Muffled* Tracy? Is that you?

Gavin grumbles and grabs another beer before heading upstairs to escape the nonsense, but RK900 silent stalks him again.

-In the bedroom-

Gavin: *Sipping gin and juice, while listening to Gin N Juice* Got my mind on my money and my money on my-

Conan: Greetings Gavin.

Gavin: *Fucking spazzes out* JESUS CHRIST ON A CRACKER-

Conan: Greetings Gavin, I researched more ways to improve positive human emotion. I believe this one would suit you best.