Stinky Cheese: *munching on a few burritos* Mmm…! Mmm…! Nom!

Mr. H: Boy, you sure know how to put those burritos away.

Stinky Cheese: *big gulp* Aaaah! *sees Mr. H* Oh. Hey, Mr. H. *belches loudly at Mr. H’s face*

Mr. H: Ugh! God! *fans the stench* Was that really necessary?

Stinky Cheese: What? Who doesn’t like a burp to the face?

Mr. H: Well, I sure as hell don’t.

Stinky Cheese: Well, anyways. Whaddaya want? *holds up a burrito* You want a burrito?

Mr. H: Nah. In fact, I already just had Taco Bell. Anyways, you got a little something from we-know-who.

Stinky Cheese: We-know-who?

Mr. H: *shows pic* This, amigo.

Stinky Cheese: *sees pic* Oh, heeey! It’s one of those...uh...icons? Headshots?

Mr. H: They’re headshots.

Stinky Cheese: Ah. Headshots. Alright. Good to know. Hehe. I like it. *gives thumbs up when all of a sudden his stomach starts to grumble* …...uh-oh.

Mr. H: *concerned* What?

Stinky Cheese: *holds his belly* Oooooooh. Ooooooh, perhaps I had too many.

Mr. H: Huh? Stinky Cheese, what’s going on- *realizes the situation* ...oh, shit…! *dashes through the headquarters while carrying Stinky Cheese* Gangway! Gangway!

Heavy Duty: Huh?

Hoppersmith: The hell’s going on here?

Mr. H: Gangway, people! Gangway! *reaches the door and carries Stinky Cheese outside the headquarters until suddenly a roaring explosion occurred*

Despacito: ...what…?

Poison Sting: ...in the hell…?

Cowpunk: ...was THAT shit…?!

Stinky Cheese: *comes back in* Whew. *rubs his belly* Man, I felt better already.

Mr. H: *comes in with his clothes burnt and half of his fur gone* ……….

Patriotic Star: The hell happened to you?

Mr. H: ...don’t...go...outside… *coughs and faint*

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Headshot commission done by  matt-darkpaw

Stinky Cheese © Mysfurry99