. . . Okay, that was kind of awkward. This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I signed up for "vacation time".

Does it ever get old, my doting parental units? Do you two ever just get tired of playing puppeteer?

Because even if it's not the case here, I'm damn sick and tired of watching myself have my strings pulled. It's sickening how the two of you yank people around and claim it's for the good of the world. Ma, you wanted Peter to blow up the city, and me to allow it to happen. Dad, you want to give everyone powers. That would ruin the world.

How is it neither of you can see the pain and anguish you each put people through? It's a wonder the two of you stopped being in love with yourselves long enough to fall in love with each other and have three children.

I see what you mean Mother. I'm starting to understand now.

And...Father? I'm sorry I didn't trust you.

Also, where the hell did Ethan go?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUCY!

You already know what I got you, Luce...

( Happy Birthday, the complete set... )

Are you sure you don't want explosive, too?

Aaaahh Hah!

Behold what I have found!

( Take that KAT! )

( Logan. )

Ugh...

Oh Christ.

Dad...shoot me please.


((OOC:I have decided to torture Sammich with what I have been tortured with. He's got the pukeys, can't keep anything down, stomach revolts at the smell of food and is weak like a little tiny baby kitteny thing. Hee. I'm mean.))