Stewie From Family Guy の小説・ストーリー

If I remember correctly, Stewart's office should be somewhere around here. "Ohhh, Stewie!" I call out. "Where you at?" I crash through each room to knock shit around. I play baseball with a set of crystal wine glasses in Stewart's wet bar and toss his desk drawer contents around like it's New Year's confetti. "Fuck with me once, shame on you. Fuck with me twice, you're a dead man." We gave them everything. Money. Cars. Connections. Prestige. In return, he got my father killed.