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[A very loud series of cluds, thumps, and clatters are heard from one particular kitchen. But oddly, no yelp of pain.
Should one peek inside, one would find Michael busy pulling himself out of a collection of pots, tupperware, and a cookbook or two.
He's managed to get a fair sized cut on his forehead, not that he's noticed it since it's bleeding onto the bandage covering his right eye. A child's pain-delay receptors are so much fun, don't you think?]
Should one peek inside, one would find Michael busy pulling himself out of a collection of pots, tupperware, and a cookbook or two.
He's managed to get a fair sized cut on his forehead, not that he's noticed it since it's bleeding onto the bandage covering his right eye. A child's pain-delay receptors are so much fun, don't you think?]