Tammy heard that song again. Cardi B thumpin’ in the other room. She walked in to find Brenda, her and Darrell’s fluffy dancing drunk in the middle of the floor again.
‘Sed suhtafwied fweak, aww bwite times a week! Weh ash fwuffy make dat enfie gaem weak!’
‘Darrell! Darrell, get in here. Brenda’s gotten into your beer again.’
‘Just a minute! I’m taking a shit, damn.’
Darrell kept recording the whole thing for his livestream. This shit was gold on Twitch, Fluffies Gone Wild was one of the recent genres that ended up being hot content.
‘Yahhh ‘ou enfin’ wid sum dank ash fwuffy. Bwing a bowwie and a mop dis shit wike bomb ass skettis’
‘Fuck, Brenda.’ Tammy walked over to her, trying to get her attention. ‘You’re drunk again, and dancing around like a whore.’
‘Wut am dwied up ass nu babbeh hoomin mawe say tu Bwenda?’
‘Really? All you want to do is get drunk off beer and dance around like a slut. Don’t talk to your mother like that.’
'Bish ‘ou basic as heww. Ain’ no smawtie gun gib 'ou babbehs. Nu wid ‘ou fake twack shuwwin weab ass bawl hedded mane.’
‘That does it young lady, I’m going to get the sorry stick.’
‘Am su scawdies, boo hoo, yeah gu awn den, dis shit gun be gud…’
Tammy grabbed the sorry stick and moved to smack Brenda around for talking back to her, but just as she was about to strike, Brenda (somehow whilst drunk) managed to wriggle out of the way and jump onto it, wresting it from Tammy’s grasp.
Placing the stick in her mouth, Brenda turned to Tammy.
'Say ‘ou gawt a wite?’ She tried to hold it like a cigar.
‘What? A lighter? Are you kidding?’ Tammy was dumbstruck.
'Yus bish, wat 'ou tink? Fwuffy dun kno bout 'ou but dis shit ‘bout to be LIT AS ENFIES’
Darrell could barely contain his laughter. But soon he figured he’d have to break up the event.
‘Brenda, I can’t with you. Why are you like this? We brought you in off the streets and this is how you repay us? Getting piss drunk and urinating yourself, trying to smoke when you know your fur is flammable?’
'Mammah, chiww. Wissen, Bwenda knu ‘ou dun unna’stan ‘bout kickin’ it wid ya homies buh bish pweez, come awn, les git turnt. Pawtie widda bish.’
Brenda was going back into a trance, trying to dance some more.
‘Wuuu dis feew wike am gawt da ween awn dwip’
Tammy had no idea what she was talking about anymore. She just kept babbling incoherently, as far as she was concerned.
Darrell figured he had to separate the two, so he made his way to part the party as it were.
‘Jesus Darrell’ Tammy snapped as he entered the room. ‘You’ve gotta keep your beer locked up. She keeps dragging it from the cooler when you leave it the kitchen.’
‘Relax, babe. I’ve got her. I’ll just take her and get her cleaned up.’ Darrell leaned over and picked up Brenda.
‘Daddeh, oww ‘ou wan dis dank fwuff doncha’, jus wet widdle Bwenda down foww pawties.’
‘No can do, princess. Gotta get you sobered up.’
‘Nu wan! Nu wan!’ Brenda cried, Darrell taking her towards the bathroom. Tammy smiled in relief.
Darrell shut the bathroom door, setting Brenda on the counter by the sink. She turned around, plopping her ass on the counter.
‘Am conwincing daddeh?’ Brenda lazily drawled.
‘Absolutely. This got quite a lot of views. I think you’ll get a lot of fans.’ Darrell grinned back.
‘Aww yee, su wong as Bwenda git dank ash skettis, an a fowty nu an’ ‘gain, Bwenda dancie anytime foww daddeh. Wub daddeh.’
With that, Darrell picked up Brenda, giving her a warm hug, and ran her a nice warm bath, and a cup of skettis.
Plopping her down in the water, he handed her the bowl.
‘Sheeit deez am guud skettis muh dude.’