[Video] 11th Time Loop

[urnewkingbitch]

[Hello, Wonderland, there is a seven-year-old Dave on the camera today. He still has his Ben Stiller shades on, and it looks like he's in the kitchen, sitting on top of a table.]

Does anybody wanna play with me today? Playin' by myself is borin'!

[Trust him, he's been doing that for about half-an-hour. He pauses a moment to shift awkwardly on

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[hamburellakind]

[What...]

Uh, Dave? Is that you?

[urnewkingbitch]

[Dave perks up and grins happily.]

Hi John! Of course it's me, who else would I be?

[hamburellakind]

Uh...I dunno! When'd you get all little, exactly?

[This is even weirder after his dream...]

[urnewkingbitch]

I woke up like this!

[The kid's having a hard time sitting still at this point.]

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[hamburellakind]

Uh...okay!

Hang on, I'm gonna come find you.

[John heads down to the kitchen, thanking his lucky stars that Dave's legal guardian is here because he has no idea how he would deal with miniature Dave if he had to take care of him.

He'd probably manage to set him on fire or something.]

[urnewkingbitch]

Okay!

[Dave waits somewhat patiently for John to arrive. When he does, the kid launches like a hyperactive rocket into the other boy, a huge smile on his face.]

Hi John! We're gonna play, right?

[hamburellakind]

[Oh God, Dave is shorter than him all of a sudden.]

Um...of course! But first, uh. Do you know how old you are right now?

[urnewkingbitch]

Uhhhhh....

[Give him a moment. Math is really weird right now.]

I'll be eight in December, so...seven!

[hamburellakind]

Wow. This is really weird.

Uh...so what do you want to play?

[urnewkingbitch]

Mark and me were plannin' on playin' some hide-and-seek later! Do you wanna come?

[He thinks a little bit.]

But I dunno what to play before that.

[hamburellakind]

Sure. That sounds, uh, fun.

[John just kind of stares for a minute.]

You know, somehow I never pictured you playing as a kid. I'm not sure what kind of games you like playing. We should've talked about this, I guess!

[But still, brainstorming...]

I could make you fly?

[urnewkingbitch]

[He pouts.]

I played lots! And then older me stopped playing.

[Now...that catches his attention.]

You'd do that? Can we both fly?

[hamburellakind]

Yeah, I think that's kinda normal though.

[Not as if he can really say Sburb was "playing" with a straight face.]

Yeah! But we better go someplace with a high ceiling.

[John leads the way to the stairwell. He'd try outside but, well, Dave seems kind of hyper (which is weird) and he's a little afraid that without a limit on height and space he might...lose him.]

[urnewkingbitch]

Okay!

[Dave follows, holding his hand.]

Do you know a place with a high ceilin'? I don't think I've seen a room like that before!

[hamburellakind]

[Dave, his best male friend, is holding his hand. And nobody just stabbed anybody.

...Okay.]

Uh, well, I did this with Santana once and we used the stairwell. It's the whole height of the mansion so it's pretty tall!

Are you afraid of heights at all?

[urnewkingbitch]

[He's seven years old, affectionate, hyper, and clingy. Get with the program, John, GAWD.

The child ponders on this.]

I don't think so 'cause me and Bro live near the roof of our apartment.