Stupid Helmet [Lupa][Lyle][Lacy][Lemy][/tlvg/]

>ba don badon badon badon!
>"Can I take this off? This is stupid." Lemy says
>The detroit lions helmet clamps down on the sides, pushing a tuft of hair down over his eyes.
>"Thus the helmet, fucko." Lupa says before knocking on the helmet.
>"What did I even do?" Lemy says.
>"You called Gloom fat! What is wrong with you?" Lacy says as she cracks a beer.
>"I-I did-" Lemy begins before Lupa starts pounding on the helmet.
>"We already know what's wrong with him. He's stupid. Helmet. Stupid helmet." Lupa replies.
>"But I didn't mean that. I just thought her tits looked bigger. I thought she should know." Lemy tries to explain.
>"She knows." Lyle, Lupa, and Lacy say at once.
>"God, you're stupid." Lyle says as he plays with his electronic football game. "The helmet is a good system."

>ba don badon badon badon!
>Lemy stomps down the stairs.
>Lupa, Bobby, and Lyle are downstairs.
>”Okay! So, I explained myself to Gloom. She understood, she’s not mad!”
>The other three to each other.
>ba don badon badon badon!
>”Why am I wearing the stupid helmet again!?” Lemy whines.
>”Cuz, you’re being stupid. Again!” Lyle says, rapping on the Roosters helmet.
>”But, guys, she says she isn’t mad!” Lemy replies.
>”She’s a girl and you called her fat-“ Lupa begins.
>”By accident! And I apologized!” Lemy interjects.
>”and she’s gonna hold a grudge anyways! Girls. Hold. Grudges!” Lupa says.
>”Bobby! Come on, talk some sense into them.” Lemy pleads.
>”I mean, my mom is still mad about stuff Lincoln did when they were kids.” Bobby says.
>”And he never called her fat!” Lupa smacks the helmet.
>”I said she looked bigger! I thought her shirt looked tighter!” Lemy covers his helmet, defensively.
>”You need the helmet to protect you from yourself, dumb shit.” Lupa says.
>”What do I do?” Lemy asks.
>”Apologize! Hands and knees. On the ground.” Lyle says.
>”You sonova beetch!” Bobby says.
>The other three look at him.
>”I thought I should say something.” Bobby says.

>ba don badon badon badon!
>”Yeah. Okay. Didn’t you apologize earlier?” Gloom says as Lemy brushes dust off his knees.
>”Y-Yeah. I just wanted to be sure you forgive me.” Lemy says. “I didn’t want you think I called you fat.”
>”Fat!?” Gloom yells.
>Lemy puts his head in his hands.
>”I need the helmet! I need the helmet!” He turns and runs.