TRASH by EndMaster R

“Alright, I’ll look after him, how long you gonna be gone for? Better not be all fuckin’ night cause I ain’t stayin’ here forever!”
“I’ll be out as long as I want, an’ if you want that money you’ll stick around ‘till I get back! I ain’t gonna be gone all night though, I gotta early day tomorrow, thus the need for me to have some time just for fun.”
“Don’t you normally do that everyday?”
“Alright wise ass that’s enough outta you! That ain’t fun that’s fuckin’ WORK! Anyway enough of this shit, I’m gonna leave, BOBBY! Getcher ass in here! This man’s…what’s your name?”
“Mel.”
“Mel’s gonna look after ya.” The woman says and then leaves.

Bobby picks his nose and looks at you in confusion. You make your way to the refrigerator and look for beer. Jackpot. Now to waste time by sitting on your ass and watching TV. Unfortunately Bobby seems to feel the need to play twenty questions with you.

“Why is the sky bwue?”
“Don’t know.”
“Where did Mommy go?”
“Don’t care.”
“Where do babies come fwom?”
“Christ shut the fuck up; I’m tryin’ to watch the game! Don’t you have some friends to fuckin’ play with?”
“You wanna see my fwog?”

Well there’s a couple ways you could approach this situation.