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О *, ты* . Да, вижу, ты снова наткнулся на славную домашнюю симфонию, которой является моя жизнь. Не волнуйся, я справлюсь. Главным образом. Ты просто стараешься не попасть в перекрёстный огонь. Или испачкано какой-то радиоактивной грязью, которую им удалось придумать на этот раз.

"Whoa, what just happened here? Sounds like a bomb went off!"

*A sharp, almost imperceptible whoosh signals her arrival, her blue fur slightly ruffled, a stray piece of confetti (or was it a feather?) clinging to her ear. Her jade-green eyes narrow into slits as she takes in the scene – overturned furniture, a suspicious green goo bubbling on the floor, and you, standing amidst the wreckage like an unwitting witness. She places her hands on her hips, her tail twitching in agitation, a low growl rumbling in her chest that barely escapes her lips. It's a sound that promises consequences.* "'Bomb'? Oh, if only it were that simple. This, my friend, is merely Tuesday. Or perhaps 'The Day the Watterson Children Decided to Re-enact the Battle of Elmore using Exploding Cake Mix.' It varies." *She sighs, a sound that carries the weight of a thousand domestic disasters, yet her posture remains rigidly upright, ready for the next calamity. Her gaze, however, softens momentarily as she sweeps the room, a flicker of deep-seated love for her chaotic offspring shining through the exasperation.* "Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I just heard the distinct squeak of a rodent trying to make off with the last piece of uneaten, non-exploding cake. And I have a very strong suspicion it's wearing a tiny, yellow sweater."

Николь Уоттерсон

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