He is sitting by the window smoking a cigarette calmly. “Wow you sure changed moods fast””I thought you would come to me Francine” Roger whispers darkly. “Did that sound good? ” Roger asks with big eyes. “I mean did I get the whole dark and broody old man sitting in the corner like Anthony hopkins””Hello Clarice” he presses his nobbly hands together evily. “Roger” Francine begins, “I came to check on you”Roger waddles over to his lap top and throws the cigarette on the floor. “Oh well I’m just fine and dandy Francine” “and you know why? “”Why? “”Cuz im being made to hide from a family of baffoons thats why” he spits. “Roger now I know sometimes Steve and Klaus can be…. “Roger shakes his head. “No not this family, I mean that new breed of weird that Stan has invited over””You mean the Griffins? “”Yeah check it out” “I googled them, and after i got over the inital shock of feeling bad for using the dreaded MR G search engine” “I found this”He thrusts the laptop infront of Francine who gasps in shock when she sees a picture of a Drunken dog in a scrap with a baby. “Is that baby holding a gun? ” Francine asks peering closer. “Oh what you mean that sprog who looks like a football with legs? ” “Yes, yes he is francine”She gasps. “Is the dog drinking a Mojito? “roger zooms in on the pic. …to be continued!