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"So... How have you been that your dad's gone?" Starman asked, noticing how much more anxious Hugo has been lately.
"I... That's a good question." Hugo responded, his breathing somewhat shaky as Starman placed his arm on him.
"Eh, why should you care? One of your brothers has to take over, right?" Marx pitched in, very nonchalantly. "Besides! The whole child labor thing! His homophobia!"
"...He has a point." Starman muttered. Hugo covered his face, refusing to acknowledge his father really was homophobic.
Meanwhile, in super hell, Poppy Bros Sr. was laying on the floor, mourning how he'd never get to taste blueberry cheesecake again, when suddenly the antichrist approached him.
"Hey." the antichrist spoke, awakening him from his miserable homophobic fantasies. The Brother Sr. looked with his soulless glare at it, intimidating it even just a little; he really did have no soul. Impressive.
"Do you want to return to the real world?" it asked. PBSR's eyes lit up (or what could be considered so). He'd get to eat cheesecake again! He'd see his miserable shell of what remained of his son again! Cheesecake!
He nodded and the antichrist grew a hand and snapped its fingers. "Fulfill your wish."
Poppy Bros Sr. returned to the real world. As there was no body to bury, he awoke in his old room, no longer occupied. He exited his house and ran to the nearest bakery to get his most beloved blueberry cheesecake. However, waiting for him was—
That fucking clown that I hate. He thought to himself, witnessing that fatass get a big basket of sweets for whatever he was gonna do. Marx turned around and quickly processed that he had to kill that dickhead again before his homophobia spread further.
"Can I... help you two????" the Waddle Dee running the counter asked fearfully as PBSR put his cheery persona up again— which somewhat scared Marx but he'd never admit it in 11 years—. He bought his cheesecake and stared at Marx.
"Listen. You fun-sized piece of shit." PBSR started monologuing. "I don't know what your problem is but I swear on Nova I'm gonna–"
"Hey, what's that?" Marx blurted out, causing the old ass man in front of him to turn his head completely unsuspecting... so Marx could shoot him again. PBSR fell to the floor, Marx grinning as he then stole his cheesecake and skipped away with his basket.
"No shot." Starman whispered under his breath, whatever could be called a jaw hitting the floor.
"Ya better believe it." Marx retorted, shoving more cake into his mouth.
"We do not tell Hugo about this." Starman asserted, causing the jester to roll his eyes and attempt to scoff, which ended in him choking on his cake.
Once he returned to his senses, Marx started laughing like a stupid fucking hyena. "Yeah, you don't wanna ruin your chances with Hugo, huh?" Starman stood there completely stone-faced. (He was right.)
"Nova damn it." PBSR muttered, back in super hell.
"You too?" a one-eyed cloud spoke behind him. He had also been sent here for homophobia.
PBSR stared with his big intimidating blue eyes and then they made out. The end.