Eusine was once again visiting Morty's gym (aka his home base) that night, chilling on the couch and reading a Suicine Playboy magazine as Morty erupted from the bathroom. Needless to say, the bathroom smelt defective, but a different kind of defective; not like the usual scent of intense smoke in the gym. It was the scent of success.

"I just had twins!" Morty declared.

"Can I get a hell yeah?" Eusine replied, raising his hand for a high five, not even looking up from that intense image of Suicune doing the pretzel position. Morty went for it. "You are now the proud owner of two, chunky poops."

"And you're the father." Morty did that kind of smile where it was hard to tell if he was really smiling or if he's just fucking baked. "They have your skin color. Green."

Eusine actually looked up. Then he looked back at his magazine, then back up again, but this time at Morty. Then he tossed his magazine to the side and dashed into the bathroom as the cape he wore to feel like a superhero flowed behind him. He looked down the toilet (yes, Morty didn't flush).

"... Wait, this is dark green...," Eusine murmured as he passionately observed the twins like a scientist observing two poops. He slammed the toilet seat down and stomped back to Morty. "I'M A LIGHT GREEN. REFRESHING! NOT SMOKEY. WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT?" He smacked Morty in the face like an offended back woman. "GET OUT OF HERE. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE OR YOUR POOPS."

Morty had his hand on his cheek because it felt good. "I SAID GREEN, FUCKER."

Eusine made a constipated face as he pointed at the bathroom's direction. "THAT IS DARK GREEN."

"GREEN IS GREEN." All of a sudden, the toilet made a bubbly noise. That's what happened when one left their house, wearing pajama pants in public at 1 AM to eat tacos. Yet Morty took this differently. "OH, LOOK, YOU MADE THE BABY CRY!"

The hands of Eusine descended down to his own crotch. He grabbed his balls and looked smug. "WELL, OBVIOUSLY THAT ONE DIDN'T INHERIT MY BALLS!" he said as he wiggled the sack around. Morty stood there and watched him like how one usually watches people play pingpong, but then he finally responded.

"OF COURSE NOT BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T HAVE ANY BALLS TO INHERIT FROM YOU."

The sound of dying Pokabus squealed out of Eusine's mouth after hearing this offense. Then he decided to climb back onto the couch for comfort and grabbed his magazine. He starting rubbing his crotch against the cover as if to prove a point. "My balls bring all the poops to the yard. You're just jealous."

Morty took a seat by Eusine. "Does that explain why the grass is greener on the other side?" Eusine squinted at Morty and smacked his side of the couch with the magazine.

"I think you mean my side."

"The shittier side." Morty felt the need to correct reality.

Eusine was fingering through his magazine at this point as he continued squinting at Morty. "Aren't you the one who had the poops?"

Morty was just sitting there, flapping his scarf around as he said nonchalantly, "Aren't you the one who got shit on?" Then he began rolling up a doobie.

Eusine just shrugged. "I was just an innocent bystander."

The doobie Morty was holding was crushed under his hand. "Shut up," he said quite racistly. "No more of your lies."

"You'll never be a man."

"You'll never be a SHIT THE FUCK UP HOMO." Morty was up on his feet and the table was flipped over. Eusine was in disbelief as he wheezed out some giggles.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Eusine croaked out. Morty squinted back at him. He felt miserable.

"Why are you laughing at me?"

Eusine tossed his magazine aside and rested his head on his palm. It was time to cheer his fruity patooty up. "You're so much more than that." He grabbed his crotch as he reached over to grab Morty's. "You're the nuts to my sack," he said wisely.

"Cool," Morty said kawaiily.

The end.