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"Growing accustomed to a house filled with children had been harder than Jonathan Crane ever thought possible. With the arrival of Techie's first child and Al's triplets both in the same week, their small 'family' had turned into 'brood' overnight. After the first two years of sleepless nights and restless days, the third year gave way to floorspace taken up by naked beheaded Barbie dolls and pieces of melted G.I. Joes, leaving the common room floor looking like some sort of post toystore civil war massacre.
The youngest four had a good teacher in their eldest...sister.
There was no other word for them, really. They weren't cousins---they weren't related at all---but they seemed to consider the Captain, Al and Techie to all be parts of one large Mother-Machine, rather than three separate parents, so they thought of each other as siblings, rather than 'The other kids I live with'."
I think it just might be too cruel to force five children on Squishy...I might just force Techie into having a child and leave Al's babies 'til after the Techlet (Although I'm having second thoughts about that as well right now) and the Batlet.
Yes, you heard me, Batlet. This tale would be the one in which Captain breaks the news to her friends that she's pregnant again. (Captain, you whore!)
Yeah...no Techlet or Squishlet. Just Kitten for now, I think. It'll be funnier that way. Probably. Maybe. I hope.
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"Throughout her short life, Evelyn Crane, better known to those who loved her (or at least tolerated her) as Kitten, had spent a great deal of time in emergency rooms.
You could say the girl was accident prone, but the words 'accident prone' suggested that she was on the receiving end of the numerous accidents that accompany that particular label.
Her caretakers preferred to call her disaster prone, a term coined by Techie on her first visit to the emergency room with child in tow. The fact of the matter was, cute though she may have been, Kitten seemed to have inherited her mother's (and stand-in aunts...or Godmothers...or whatever the hell they were, the Captain hadn't been very picky about their ranks at the time of Kitten's birth) propensity for causing trouble.
She was a firebug, for a start...if it was orange and flamey, she was drawn to it. Her second birthday party, for example, had resulted in singed eyebrows all around...ironically all but her own.
The Captain spent the entire day grinning stupidly about the fact that yet another family trait (the ability to cause fires without accidentally setting oneself aflame) had been passed on.
The Scarecrow, whose eyebrows took the longest to grow back, was not amused.
He banned birthday candles from then on.
He banned fireworks shortly thereafter, with Kitten's first sparkler 'o doom....a sparkler 'o doom which resulted in one of his sack cloth costumes being reduced to a pile of ashes.
While he was still in it."
I love setting Jonathan Crane on fire...he makes such an amusing target for wayward sparks.
I mean honestly...who wears a costume made out of one of the world's most flammable materials when he lives in a city known for explosions and fire themed villains? How stupid can you get?
The man is begging to be set ablaze. I defend that to the grave.
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