Thread:TheMaximumMatt/@comment-30953185-20180719180808/@comment-31647719-20180728013920

(Then cut to the kitchen where Lynn Sr. and Rita are trying to set everything up for dinner, until...)

Wretched: (appears behind them) What's cookin?

(They both turn around, and are scared to see him.)

Wretched: (to his father; smirking) Hey, Dad, do you know what else would go great with your cooking?

Lynn Sr: (to his son; scared and confused) No, what?

SPLASH!

(Wretched slams his father's own cooking right over his head, making him scream in pain.)

''Lynn Sr.: (screaming) My eyes! They burn! (runs around screaming)''

--

[Everyone looks horrified at the screen.]

Luna: Okay, hurting us was horrible, but actually hurting Mom and Dad?! That’s just psychotic, dude!

Lincoln: I know right?! I would never hurt anyone in my family, especially like that!!!

--

(Wretched then turns his attention to his mother, whom is hiding underneath the dinner table.)

Wretched: (smiles sinisterly) Don't think you can hide from me, Mom.

(Wretched then yanks the table sheets from the table, causing all of the silverware and dishes to fall off from the table.)

Wretched: (smirking) Besides, it's your turn now.

Rita: (to Wretched; scared) W-What are you going to do to me?

(Wretched then pulls out a frying pan behind him, and smacks it against his hand.)

Rita: (to Wretched; shocked and scared) Is that a frying p-

SLAM!

(He slams her face with a frying pan, which sends her crashing into Lynn Sr.)

''Wretched: (smirking) Why don't you make a novel out of that. (laughs evilly)''

--

[Beat]

Bobby: You know? The only way this story can end in a satisfactory note is if Wretched gets beaten up by everyone in Royal Woods. (to Lincoln) No offense, bro.

Lincoln: Oh, don’t worry. I’m not offended in the slightest.