I now have more ideas, but the quality is STILL dropping

Monday, around 5 in the afternoon.

I am currently sitting on my personal chair in the living room of my house, watching Courage the Cowardly Dog and thinking of a way to tell Lou about what Terry told me. Should I tell him the truth? Should I just not mention this at all?

This is going to be troublesome. I let out a sigh and rub my forehead with my hand.

"Is something wrong?" Clara, who was on the couch next to me the entire time, asks me a question while making a worried face.

I turn my eyes towards the Ryu wearing a magenta sweater with a floral pattern, "You could say that. What gave it away?"

"It's written all over your face."

A smile forms on my face as I lighten up, "I've forgotten that I can't hide anything from you." She IS my daughter, and has been for almost 21 years now. I can't hide anything from her, not even my feelings or the maple syrup.

Clara gives me a thumbs up and a toothy smile, both of which sparkle, "It's alright! You can tell me whatever is bothering you!"

"Nah. I'll think of something and deal with it myself. After all, I AM a man." I jump out of my chair and flex wildly upon landing.

My daughter crosses her arms and lightly chuckles at me and my antics.

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A series of knocks come from my front door. I turn around and walk over towards it to see who it is, while Clara digs her way under the couch. I wish she wouldn't do that...

I open the door and come face to face with a Ryu that has white hair tied into a braid, and a towering man with grey hair, manly beard, and muscles fit for a man that wrestles bears for a living.

The Ryu beams a motherly and radiant smile at me that's warm enough to melt butter, "It's been a while, Joe."

"I hope you haven't forgot about us." The man bellows out from the heavens.

"How could I ever forget you two?" I greet the two with a smile. These two are Johnathon and Julya; My late wife's parents. Why does a Japanese monstergirl have a Russian name? Use your imagination.
They are very kind, and care for me more than my own parents. To them I'm the son they never had. "Would you like to come in? It must be cold out there."

"My hubby is more than enough to keep me warm!" Julya hugs Johnathon's arm and begins to rub her face against him, "But we would like to come in."

I move out of the way for them to walk in.

"Wait." The giant of a man speaks out.

"Hmm?" I respond while scratching my chin.

He points a finger at me while staring me down, "I wish to see how you have improved before I enter."

"Very well." I humor him while walking outside and closing the door behind me. "Let's begin!" I rip my shirt off and strike a fabulous pose! My body glimmers like diamonds as I cycle through numerous poses! The various monster girls, and gay men, in the neighborhood begin to crowd around us and watch with eyes full of lust and desire.

Johnathon closes his eyes and lets out a chuckle, "It seems you have improved much in these past 6 years. However,"

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A wave of power washes over me as Johnathon opens his eyes and shouts, "You are still too weak to defeat me!" With one mere flex, every piece of his clothing, excluding his briefs, is torn to shreds. He then strikes a pose, with his wife still hugging on to him, as a jazzy song begins to play from somewhere. Light begins to brightly radiate from his body as he cycles through his overwhelming, and original, poses! Everyone watching this, except for Julya and I, begins to either violently orgasm, or turn into Alps and THEN violently orgasm!
I fall to my knees and stare in awe as Johnathon glows like the sun amongst the pile of wet and sticky bodies. How can a human be capable of such a thing?

"It seems that I'll never be able to surpass you..." I hang my head in defeat.

Johnathon looks down at me and crosses his arms while smiling, "I wouldn't say that. You still have the potential to become greater than me."

"Are you two done yet? I would like to go inside now." Julya speaks up.

We quickly stop what we were doing and quickly scuffle inside, where Julya finally lets go of Johnathon's arm.

I walk into the living room to get Clara, who is partially under the couch with her tail hanging out, "Would you get out of there? We have company."

"Who is it?" She speaks out from underneath the couch.

"Oh, you don't recognize me?" Julya spontaneously appears next to me.

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Clara quickly slides out from under the couch and races over towards her grandmother to give her a hug. The two of them hug in an overly heartwarming manner, somehow causing the walls of the room to melt in the process.

"This is a nice house." My father in-law says while standing beside me. How did he get there?

"Of course it is, I did spend a good amount of money for it." I respond while scratching the back of my head, "So what brings you guys here?"

"We decided to pay you a visit since we'll be in town for the next couple of days." He says while inspecting a vase that was resting on the living room mantle.

I take the vase out of his hands and gently place it back on the mantle, next to a framed picture of a young boy and girl making faces while playing in a sandbox, "That's good to hear."

Johnathon looks closely at the picture with a smirk, "To think it's been only 33 years since you two first met."

I smile while looking back at all of the fond memories I had since then, "Yeah, it has."

Johnathon turns his head towards me, "By the way, where's your beer?"

"It's in the kitchen. I'll show you and have a few drinks as well." I walk out of the room and gesture him to follow me. We both leave Julya and Clara, who are still hugging each other, and proceed to spend the next couple of hours drinking beer and sharing stories.