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[bluespells]

[In an attempt to prove that nurture is stronger than nature, Billy is carrying baby Aston Martin out with him on patrol.

It is not going well.

Over the journal: the sounds of hitting, biting, scratching, chewing, and ripping -- and that's before they leave the castle!]

--This was a terrible ideeeeeeeeeee--ahh--

OW. OW, IT BIT ME. AGAIN.

Comments

[lilblackdevil]

What, your kid?

[bluespells]

[Grumble.]

Teddy's kid!

[lilblackdevil]

... Right. Why are you carrying his kid around?

[bluespells]

...because I was watching it and I needed to go on patrol and I thought, if it's our kid, it's got to be a superhero but it keeps biting me...

[happy gurgling in the background]

[sacredspear]

Maybe you should feed it.

[bluespells]

Not my cape!

[sacredspear]

Well get other food for it?

[bluespells]

...I'm not really sure what it eats.