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Turg was smashing his keyboard with a hammer in his backyard when he saw his husband, Jim, open the glass sliding door to the backyard.
“Jim!! Turg is happy to see you!!” said Turg
Jim reached into a hug, rubbing Turg’s nose, causing Turg to ribbit in excitement.
“Let’s go inside Turg, I made our favourite, White Cake. You can tell me why you smashed your keyboard then.” smiled Jim.
Hand in hand, Jim and Turg walked back into the house and into the kitchen. Turg took the bottom left corner of the hot tub, waited a few seconds, and then realised he still had his cat ear headband on. Jim opened the fridge, and pulled out a perfect white cake, surrounded by more white cakes. Jim cuts the cake in half, and brings out two plates, placing half on each plate.
He passes one plate to Turg, before gripping tight on his plate, and cannonballing into the hot tub, sending water flying all over the kitchen, soaking himself, Turg and their cake.
“Ouch, my lumbago!” cried Jim, rubbing his lower back.
“Why did you do this Jim? My cake is wet!” said Turg as he shook his head.
“Just adding some seasoning,”
Turg and Jim stared at each other for a few seconds, before scoffing down each of their pieces of cake.
“So, Turg, why is your $200 gaming keyboard smashed to bits outside? I’m upset, just curious, btw,” asked Jim
Tears rolled down Turg’s cheeks as recounted his time playing on Roblox.
“Give me names, Turg, I will end them all. No-one calls my Turg a noob!” shouted Jim.
“No!”
Jim sulks, angry he couldn’t enact revenge.
“How was work, Jim?”
“Good, good as always. The prisoners knitted so many beanies, and no-one is even suspicious of how I disappear into a room and appear 5 minutes later with tons more beanies,” noted Jim.
Turg’s usual smile appeared on his face again. He clapped his hands together and burst into laughter. Jim joined in with his chuckle. The laughing went on for another ten minutes.
“You are a genius Jim! I love you!” declared Turg.
Jim gave his alluring smile and winked at Turg.
“Oh! Turg almost forgot! I was accepted into the Sports Tournament™! It goes on for six days, can you please watch me everyday? I’ve been practising my sword swinging,” begged Turg.
“I’d love to. When is it? I need to make my Turg posters! So frickin happy!” screamed Jim.
“Tomorrow. And first up is Volleyball,” shivered Turg.
Jim gulped.