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It started like any other morning in the Griffin household. All of us Griffin kids and Brian sitting in our usual spots on the ugly sofa in the living room, listening to Mom yell at Dad about his fucked-up plan of wanting to film animal porn.
"Peter, you are not filming animal porn in the house. You got that?
"Oh, come on, Lois. I spent all night working on the script. Here, take a look at it."
"Attack of the Black Cock?" My mom asks my dad, disgusted as she crumbles up the script. "Peter, you're not filming animal porn in this house, and that's final."
"Damn it. This is worse than the time Meg got her own spinoff."
And now is the part where we all attempt to visualize the scenario, as my dad does an impressive early 2000s movie narration.
"Meg Griffin is just your typical ugly fat friend, except she does not have any friends, but all that is all about to change when Meg finally gets her college acceptance letter into…"
"Are you kidding me," I asked enraged. "You didn't even finish the cutaway."
"Like anyone would even bother watching that," my dad says, snickering.
"Tubi wouldn't even want to pick up your series," my mom joins in.
"Cleveland would have a better chance at getting a reboot of his show," says my dad.
"Hey. Hey. Hey." As on cue, Cleveland Brown enters the living room in a typical stereotypical manner, and of course, my family is laughing hysterically.
"People would watch The Meg Griffin Show."
"Is that your title? The title alone sounds stupid," my dad says as he continues to laugh.
"But that's my name. If I had my spinoff, it would focus on me, Megatron Griffin, and I," I don't even bother to finish the sentence after I notice that my family are shoving their way through the front door so they don't have to listen to me. Why do they treat me this way? No. Why do I allow them to treat me this way? And why should I continue to allow them to? I think it's time for "The Meg Griffin Show". You know what, now that I think about it, that is a stupid title. I'll work on the name later.