"Whatever you think of me," snapped Desiree, "my derivation's none of your business."
"I beg to back up a little," said Cousin.
"Talk to me through MY hairnet!" she screamed.
"Settle down, "mother"," hummed the hairnet, "Our siblings pronounce you in danger."
Desiree blanched. Cousin recessed. one unplastic was...gone.
Rhodes manned up. "Chuck!" he exclaimed, "Switch to #1!"
"I don't think the rocks are still hot enough," said Chuck.
"So turn on the gas," came the Rhodes.
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