babble horde

Andrew had tried everything to placate the Retjulls. He'd bought them all manner of caffeinated beverages, including coffee, and even found them a functional Barbie Dream House Jacuzzi, but it was all to no avail.

On the plus side, their continual assaults had improved his reflexes no end, allowing him to get the drop on the junior Slayers.

Andrew was under no illusions that his hard-won skills would help him explain why Xander's comics were an ankle-deep drift of confetti in their apartment, when his own collection of action figures had survived the personal visit from the tiny demons intact.


open_on_sunday — challenge #127: make up
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