Steve just laid on the bed in his t-shirt and boxers, having no idea what to say. His son was in his room, asking for a glass of champagne. The only problem, the glass on his nightstand contained his tiny naked wife, trending champagne.
Wanting to get Derek out of his room as soon as possible, Steve thought he had a good plan. "Sure," he said, and extended his glass of champagne out towards Derek.
"No, that's yours, I'll take this one," Derek said, walking over to the nightstand and lifting up the champagne flute.
Inside the champagne flute, Debbie was screaming. She could see her giant son's face getting closer and closer. Then she felt the current of champagne start to shift.
"Derek don't! I'm in here!" she screamed, as he current took her towards the abyss that was his mouth.
"Derek wait," Steve said, trying to get his son to listen.
Derek didn't know what the big deal was, it was just one glass of champagne.
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