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[paincuresall]

My my, lately we've had naughty people. Now, if you like to check-out early from the hospital, consult with me first. You need a doctor's opinion before trying to do anything reckless.

And Horton, enjoy your new neighbor.

[[ooc: Feel free to notice a Mad Cow parked on the side of the Horton building.]]

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[pilot_princess]

Doctoriiiiiiiine!

[brb STOMPING AROUND THE HOUSE. Don't expect to see her happy, since the place is kind of messy and her hands are covered in cake. She just keeps eating a slice, and pouting.]

Why couldn't you just move in next door?

[paincuresall]

[Yeah, great way to display girl.]

Because obviously you are not capable of taking care of yourself. Hurry up and wash yourself.

[pilot_princess]

NO! I don't feel like it!

[Her apartment, her rules, lady! So you're gonna get a cake-covered, crabby teenager plopping on her couch, and eating the cake like she's a princess eating gold. Though it's kind of sloppy. You'll have to deal with it, or just ignore her.]

[paincuresall]

[GIRL, don't make me throw a knife at you cause she has it out ready.]

You'll feel like getting up in a moment!

[pilot_princess]

[Well, have her standing up on her couch then. And throwing the rest of her cake at you.]

I WILL NOT! Don't boss me around in my house, old lady!

[paincuresall]

WHAT WAS THAT?!

[Old lady?! That's it, first knife is thrown. Better think quick and step aside girl!]

[pilot_princess]

[Wait that's a knife coming at her. She jumps off the couch instantly and ends up on the floor, covering her head with both hands. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!]

You're insane!

[She's back up after a few seconds of thinking, calculating--she's being strategic--and she goes for the knife. She'll be coming after you for that one, Kureha.]

[paincuresall]

[Great logic kid, and thanks for the cake. Hm, she doesn't want to hurt you too bad. Okay, side step with one leg in your way. Thank you century of practice. Have a good trip.]

[pilot_princess]

[Aaaand she didn't see that one coming. She trips and rolls unceremoniously into the wall, and soon grumbles, rubbing at the back of her head.]

That hurt, you old lady!

[paincuresall]

140 years old isn't old!

[Breathing hard like, temper rising.]

Now go and wash yourself!

[pilot_princess]

I'm only 17! YOU'RE ANCIENT!

[Also with her same flared temper. Man, they really are kind of related like this. She glares for a moment, then just sits up and looks away snootily.]

I don't feel like it.

[And wipes her fingers on her dress.]

[paincuresall]

[Either you are my kid in another life or you are me in another world. Ugh, getting tired of these insults. Arms on hips.]

You better. The way you look you'll attract rodents here.

[pilot_princess]

[Probably both. But for this world, have a stubborn child who's going to wait until you leave her alone.

Rodents?

...speaking of rodents, Gulliver decides to crawl over and nibble at the frosting on her clothes. She giggles, tugging his fat butt on her lap. This means she's definitely not going anywhere soon.]

The only rodent I need is Gulliver. I'm staying right here.

[paincuresall]

[Three more knifes heading at ya; one above your head and one at just a side on both sides.]

[pilot_princess]

[Anemone slides back just in time to avoid them all, but Gulliver's freaked, and goes off running towards her room. Anemone, on the other hand, grabs one and yanks it from the wall.

That's it, Granny. She'll just throw this one at your head, while yanking another out to come lunge at your arm.]

[paincuresall]

[Smart move Gulliver. Forgot to note, she still has the broken arm.

Woah, avoiding the head one and geeze woman YOU ARE ME! Felt a scratch on the second one. Okay, no more nice Granny, pinning you down to the ground!]