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Mammy:

Sweet baby Jesus! Honey! Did you try to juggle chainsaws or something?!
We're gonna need more wrappin's up in this bitch.

Silver:

No. I was carrying a rabid cur.

Mammy:

Be honest, now.

Silver:

When have I ever lied? Perhaps you are mistaking lies for sarcasm.
I digress, Muse assigned me to a young Canis Phantasmagorian.

Mammy:

Ok, and?

Silver:

And? The little whelp gouged his way clear through my attire in a fit of night-terror fueled flailing, that's what.

Mammy:

Oh, the poor dear!

Silver:

Pardon??

Mammy:

That little baby's having void nightmares!

Silver:

An astute and well-weighed observation. Yes, let us focus on a child's sleeping habits rather than a series of severe lacerations. I rest assured knowing that everyone's priorities are in order.

Mammy:

Hold it, I was just making a comment, not derailing a whole conversation. That's your shtick. Besides, you're the one who was concerned over a bit of shirt sleeve.

Silver:

Sentimental value is of higher priority.

Mammy:

Maybe for you, but some of us prefer to live in the now.
Wait.
No.
Nope, not going any further off track. Get'cher facts straight, ‘cause I don't have the patience to verbally duel with you.

Silver:

Fair enough.
Case in point, the child passed out, I provided a lift Manor-wards for his initiation, he apparently decided to accost the forearm keeping him aloft, resulting in this pleasant visit.

Mammy:

Well, thats no g--
Back up!!
You dropped a child mid-fucking-air?!

Silver:

Please. I had a key ring.

Mammy:

I'm sorry, "had"?

Silver:

....I... oh.
Kind of... hurled it at him.

Mammy:

Silver Feurwing!

Silver:

He was about to bedlamize a dream instance with an active Dreamer still inside!!

Mammy:

Honey! I'm disappointed!

Silver:

SIGH.