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Mashed Potatoes

Summary:

Take a wild fucking guess brah

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Mimi had just given the photo of Mr.P’s wife to him, taking a few steps back as the fat fucking piece of food stares at the photo.

“It’s…all coming back to me. I’m sorry. I left the hospital with researchers when I thought you were infected, Mimi.” Mr.P glanced back at Mimi and Georgie before focusing back on the picture in his fat fucking hand.

“They helped me protect myself…now I look like this. No matter how much they changed me, nothing could protect me from my mistakes.” The fatass confessed, a frown forming on his face.

“Finally, you know we’re real! Now tell me what you did to my family.” Georgie took a step forward, his grip on his bat tight.

“They wanted to help me with my research…I’m sorry, Georgie.” Mr.P looked down at the piglet, his hands dropping to his sides.

“You took them away from me. You hurt them. Now I’m going to hurt you.”

“Georgie, don’t! If you do it, you’ll just become what you hate the most in him.” Mimi grabbed Georgie’s shoulder, pulling him back. Georgie looked up at Mimi, staring into her eyes before making a decision.

“I don’t fucking care.” Georgie rolled his eyes, taking Mimi’s hand off his shoulder and walking towards Mr.P.

“Georgie that’s not in the script??”

She wasn’t met with a reply.

“GEORGIE THATS NOT IN THE FUCKING SCRIPT!!”

The walk back to the safe place was silent. Nobody questioned why Georgie’s jacket was currently being used as a bag to hold potatoes. Nobody knew he had potatoes in the bag to begin with(besides Mimi.) 

“So, Georgie, what’s in your jacket?” Zuzy walked beside him, Poking at the blue fabric.

”Dinner.” 
“What’s for dinner?”
”Whatever’s in the jacket.”

”What’s in the jacket?”

”Dinner.”

They all made it to the safe place in one piece, Georgie making a beeline for the kitchen with Zee and Zuzy in tow. 

Pony and Giraffy noticed that Mimi was uncharacteristically quiet, so they walked up to her. 
“Hey, Mimi? Are you okay? You’ve been awfully quiet since we’ve left the plant.” Pony  asked as they walked into her room. 

“I saw things, Pony. Things I can’t unsee.” Mimi stared at the ground as she replied, lying down on her bed.

”..Okay…? Well if you ever wanna talk, we’re just a few doors away!” Giraffy reassured the mole before walking out of the room, Pony following behind. 

“What are we making, Georgie?” Zuzy asked, watching as Georgie emptied the supposed “dinner” into the sink.

”mashed potatoes.” He replied, turning the faucet. 
“Why are they purple?” The young zebra asked, tilting her head to the side. 
“..Because they’re exotic.” 

Zee and Zuzy shared a confused look, but went along with whatever Georgie was doing. 

Zee got the butter and milk while Zuzy got the salt and pepper, the two placing their items on the counter. 
“Why does it smell like a dead body?” Zuzy peeked over Georgie’s shoulder to see what he was doing.

”They’re exotic, Zuzy. They have their own…unique smell.” He explained, picking up the pepper shaker. 

The mashed potatoes were quickly finished and Georgie called everyone downstairs. Everyone walked to the kitchen and sat down at the table. 

“Wow, Georgie! I didn’t think you knew how to cook! Where’d you learn?” Giraffy asked, grabbing a spoon and placing a generous amount of mashed potatoes on his plate. 

“My grandma taught me.” 
“Oh, oh! And Georgie says these are exotic potatoes, so they might smell bad.” Zuzy announced, taking a bite of the food. 

“Maybe that’s why they smell like rotten potatoes.” Pony placed a small amount of the so called “exotic potatoes” onto his plate, covering his nose. 

“What even are the potatoes called, anyway?” Zizzy asked. 
“Mr.P.” 
“WHAT.”