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I woke up in a cold sweat.

I dreamed 

I was Stewie Griffin’s father

last night.

I woke up 

with one arm still asleep

and eyes

struggling to stay open.

I was Stewie Griffin’s father

and I was being chastised

for my inability

to reign in his efforts

for world domination.

Everyone but me

was animated

and wanted to know 

what I was going to do

about my demon spawn.

It was a bit disturbing

although I could see it.

Lois is pretty hot

and if I’m Stewie’s dad

it means I’m tapping it

before Stewie wrecks it.