Clyde heads to the corner store.

>Clyde was headed to the corner store to get some blinker fluid and a bag of frozen steam.
>He knew this was a transparent attempt to get him out the house so his dads could get intimate, but whatever.
>Del the Funky Homosapien had a song about this, or something.
>Up ahead, Clyde saw a person.
>More like a pair of people, really.
>Or maybe one big, weirdly shaped person.
>It stumbled, limped, and dragged against itself as it made its way down the street.
>Clyde recognized the pile of injuries as his best friend Lincoln and the jokester sister that wasn't Lori (pbuh).
>"Hey there, Linc."
>The white-haired mass of injuries didn't answer, only staring straight ahead as it leaned against the brown-haired mass of injuries.
>"Hi, Clyde," the brown-haired injuries replied.
>Satisfied, Clyde continued his journey to grab some snacks and comic books.
>"That was a bunch of fun, eh Linc?" Luan said.
>Lincoln attempted to smile through the bruises of his face.
>"I'll fight angry football teams with you any day."
>The odd couple limped their way down the street, proud of another job well done.