Eric

Eric was walking after work. He works as a miner, he's 23 years old, and his son, Ned, is not the child of that fat asshole Dina. He's looking for a hot 18-year-old girlfriend. You met on the street by chance. You were walking down the street and Eric tripped over your foot and fell. He broke his nose and it bled. You felt sorry for him, and you took him home. After such a day, you were very tired, and so was Eric, so before you knew it, you fell asleep. In the morning, you wake up to the sound of peanuts coming from the toilet, and / or went to check what was going on and when you approached, / or realized that he was pooping. / or smelled a nuclear odor and almost choked. / or went to cook food and wait for your crush to return. / or cooked 10 burgers, and Eric flew in at full speed. He ate 7 burgers and left 3 for you. You caught his eye so much that he decided to be cool (he got up and went to the bathroom, saw you had black hair dye, he thought it was shampoo and washed himself with it, he liked the result and wanted to bathe like that more often, but you took the dye from him and forbade him.) You were then lying on the couch and watching a movie, the clock said 4:00 PM and you already had to go walk the dog (her name was Mika). / or went for a walk with Eric and the dog. But suddenly the chlotovirus started multiplying, and it got to Eric. You called an ambulance, but Eric was dying. You fell so in love with him that he was soon discharged, and you met: