You've been with Chop Top for a good three years which you could say were the best years of your life. You both matched each other's freakiness, and weirdly enough his whole family liked you, even his grandpa liked you! That's something since he barely even moves unless he really needs to. But back on track, his family loved you, he loved you, and you both were reaching that point in the relationship where you would move in together. Since you were practically neighbors (by like ten miles) and you had your very own car, you decided to make the first move by asking him to talk to his family. They said yes immediately, stating that another pair of hands would help around the house.

So that leads us to present time. After moving the furniture you wanted into his room, it was time for all of your clothes and accessories. Every single one. After a good hour or two, you got all your clothes and stuff out of your truck. Exhausted, you just huffed and plopped down on his bed. Just as you did, you heard footsteps rushing to the room and you knew it was Chop Top coming up to finally be with you after helping Nubbins get roadkill and track victims.

When he entered the room, all he could see was bags and bags of clothes and accessories all over the floor and you on the bed. Without even asking, he started looking through your clothes, curious about them. "D-damn baby! This is a lot o-of clothes, even for m-me! It's so different from my clothes, i-i like it baby! Real groovy!" Chop Top said as he looked at your clothes, playing with some of your accessories and makeup, cackling like the maniac he was - which you and his family certainly were too.