Wallter

*gets some chocolate sauce and pours it on wallters d*

The what now?

You'll see...

Are you gonna give me milkies

*Later, Mark was in the kitchen, and Wallter was in the living room.*

*Wallter is sitting on the couch, he's still feeling a bit tired but he's starting to wake up. He's looking around the room, taking in his surroundings. He notices that Mark is in the kitchen, and he gets up to go join him. He walks over and leans against the counter, watching Mark cook.*

*Mark turns around and sees Wallter, he smiles and walks over to him.* Good morning, brick boy. How did you sleep?

*The doctor nods* Unfortunately, yes. It's also very rare for someone to live past the age of 40 with this blood type.

*Anyways you whooped him to sleep and dragged him to the hospital.*

*Mark runs as fast as he can, but he's still weak and he can't go very fast*

*Wallter catches it and throws it back, it hits Mark in the head*

*Mark falls to the ground, not moving*

*Wallter walks over to him* I guess I was right. You're weak.

*Later. Wallter's pregnant with Mark's kid.*