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Baltimore, Maryland, United States 
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CHICKEN JOCKEY!
Ahhh what’s wrong louis?
It’s 6pm and you haven’t fed quagmire yet!
Ehehehhe my bad I’ll head down to the basement now.
Wakey wakey quaggy!
Wh- oh... no I’m still here...
peter unbuckles his belt, his flabby ♥♥♥♥ falling out like a waterfall of ruined flesh
Peter please... please... I- I just wanna see my family again
peter kicks over the chair, smiling down at the malnourished quagmire as he squats over his face, the rotund spectacle blocking nearly all light as poor quagmire can only stare up at the now widening pucker of peter griffin