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"Ffffffuuuuu…"
So, to recap, <span class="mu-s">everything has gone to shit.</span>
Well, as to the most recent example, yesterday your boy was brought home, looking like he had been chewed up and spit out. You did your best, feeding him a Senzu bean which didn't work. Apparently his injuries had already healed, so there was a grisly business of making his dismembered arm less-healed so you could heal it back up right. Mini Buu was a big help who magicked up some gummy flesh for your son. In the end, it has a weak pulse, but doesn't show any reflex.
To get an explanation of <span class="mu-i">what the fuck,</span> you tried politely asking Peppa, who didn't know. That wasn't a good enough answer. When she fell asleep, you probed into her mind to get to the bottom of this, and then <span class="mu-i">something</span> laughed at you.
And on every attempt to get the crucial clue on whose head should roll, your own daughter's mind flipped you like a judoka. Metaphorically, and one time literally. That's not normal.
But you have your own tricks, and hit her with a mystic ability called the Curse Breaker. The magic spell can even break Majin Seals, and it broke whatever this block was… for a moment. But whatever it was you did away with, it returned, and produced an aneurism that nearly scared the living daylights out of you! Thinking fast, you cut your own aorta to get less blood flowing into your brain, which was in turn taken care of with a Senzu.
Damn, already two beans down! Can't waste those, who knows how many of the things are lying around at any given moment? …in your experience, most often it's "just enough."
Heh, heheheh… puffffff…
Smoke sweeps out into the wind, the polluted air not really noticeable on a day like today. You flick the ashes out with it, and put your pipe away.
Now, you have copies in the kitchen making food, and to tend to your kids if, when they wake up. So that's all taken care of.
As for you?
