Orvi!? Orvi! I heard screaming! What’s going on?

The, the big one and the eyes and the mouths and…

No, no. It is all gone, child. It will not hurt you-

I don’t like it! I don’t like it!

It’s okay-

I don’t understand!

It’s okay. You are going to be alright, Orvi.

I don’t- I don’t-

So long as I am here, nothing can hurt you.

I want Mumma! I don’t like it!

I apologise… She is no longer…

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I’m sorry.

…

…

That’s okay. You’re not Mumma, but I like you, General Ma.

Just… Ma is fine.

Is the babies okay?

They are fine.

They’re not hurting?

They are fine.

Sash is upset.

What?

She’s only little.

She’s- Sash is fine, Orvi.

No, she’s always upset.

What makes you think that, Orvi?

She looks like she needs to poo.

Heh-

Did you laugh?

No, it is simply a… prescient observation.

That’s mean! It’s only ‘cause you’re horrible at nappies! I keep having to show you!

‘Prescient’ is a good thing, Orvi. And you are very good with the twins.

Oh… Sorry…

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What does ‘pre-seent’ mean?

It means… very… good at seeing things.

So I have good eyes?

Specifically, you are good at using your eyes.

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What is it, child?

I don’t want good eyes…

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I’m not scared.

I do not think you are scared, Orvi.

I’m not.

You… uh…

I’m not a baby.

I… do not think you are a baby.

You think everyone’s babies. You’re too big.

That… might be true, yes.

How did you do that?

Do what?

Be so big.

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I ate all my tomatoes.

No!

Yes, I ate all my tomatoes.

No!

It’s true.

That’s not fair!

All the adults have eaten tomatoes.

…

…

…are you sure?

Positive.

But they’re so yuck.

Even so.

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They are simply too healthy.

…okay. But Stitch cooks them!

No, I will cook them.

You’re horrible at cooking!

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Don’t be mad.

I am not mad.

You’re mad.

I am just reflecting.

Punching walls is for bad kids.

I will not punch a wall.

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Don’t give me that look.

I’m not.

You are.

If I’m giving you a look then you’re mad.

Hah!

Are you mad?

Alright. Fair is fair. I am a bit put off, yes.

Grk.

What was that sound?

I thought you would say you weren’t mad.

I am old enough to admit when I am mad.

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I admit I gave you a look.

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Do I still have to eat your food?

You still have to eat my cooking.

Pleh!

Orvi! Don’t spit on the floor!

Yuck.

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You’re mad.

Yes I’m mad.