Blover's Komiks Fanfic 1: Maturity Affairs

Note: Although some are original, many story elements in this fanfic often are taken from the Blover's Komiks fanfic wiki by CompliensCreator00, hence the name of this page. If you want to view the original stories, go to pvzkomiks.wikia.com.
This fanfic involves the following characters:
Blover,
Sunflower,
Admin Insulter 1,
Admin Insulter 2,
Bystander,
Random Vote Caller,
Mrs. Blover
Blover is playing what happens to be a TF2 server. He and his girlfriend Sunflower are managers on the server. They are trying to put up with some jerks who are critcizing Sunflower for being a girl gamer. Sometimes they are using the mic to chat, somtimes regular/team chat. Try to guess which one they are using!
Sunflower: Damn it! Why won't these jerks stop insulting us?! (Note: Both plants have mics turned on.)
Blover: I know, right? Someone accidently jammed our mute and ban powers, so we need to stop them quick!
Admin Insulter 1: You wimps suck. Shouldn't you be moaning for each other right now?
Bystander: Nope.avi
Admin Insultor 2: Stop acting like a boy and weaken your skills to the point that you sound more like a girl. IDIOT!
Blover: SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE I CALL THE OWNER!!
Blover's mom, Mrs. Blover, hears the racket piercing through his headphones and goes upstairs to shut off the computer.
Blover: WHAT THE FRICK DID YOU JUST DO, MOM?!
Mrs. Blover: I shut the computer to keep you from going violent on them. They're supposed to be nice, but they went angry because of Sunflower, and that was YOUR descision. And don't yell to me like that!
Blover: I DON'T CARE! YOU'D BETTER SHUT UP BEFORE I BEAT YOU BLOODY LIKE I DID LAST-
Mrs. Blover: It's called impulsivity, and I see you just lost yours. I'll discuss this with your fath-
Blover: *beats Mrs. Blover with a realistic Three-rune Blade, a TF2 weapon* DON'T TAKE ME OFF THE SCREEN FOR A DUMB REASON EVER AGAIN! OR I'LL MAKE SURE TO INJECT MALWARE INTO YOUR COMPUTER! MAYBE I'LL PAYBACK BY FINDING A WAY TO EXPLOIT YOUR TIMES OF SADNESS, STRESS, OR WHAT NOT!
Mrs. Blover: *cries and walks to her room* Why can't my son be at peace when playing the game for once? WHY!?
Blover: Crybaby. She's as dumb as Melon-pult, she can't even tell that it's serious business.
*gets back to playing*
Sunflower: Why did you disconnect?
Blover: Just my mom doing the regular "maturity affair" thing on me. Like last time.
Sunflower: Oh. Moms these days.
THE END