Children give me a headache sometimes.

Especially bubbly, happy-go-lucky, cheerful, ditzy children.

And now there are three of them running around me in circles.

Just because I’m small doesn’t mean it is ok to use me for these terrifying rituals known as children’s playtime games.

I have dignity.

I have rights.

Important rights.

Like the right to take a damn nap without people prancing around me in sing song voices as they hold hands.

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This calls for drastic measures.

Yes, yes it’s time for that.

Hue hue.

Since that grizzled veteran of a thousand battles is sleeping, and thereby refusing to assist me…

Devon, may you rest in pieces.

Amen.

It is time, time to release Experiment #7!

Squeek!

Ah, watching the children pause in their evil ritual, I see terror flash in their eyes.

That’s right, who wouldn’t be afraid of…

Teenage Mutant Ninja Mice.

They are the final stage of years of production.

All the skills of every affinity I’ve worked with so far in mice, fire, wind, water, earth.

Their skills are beyond compare, nothing can stand in the way of their terror inducing rage.

Wait…

Why do all three of those kids have sparkling eyes all the sudden.

Squeeek?

No more questions, implement punishment!

Whizzzzzzing!

Snick!

Phzzzzzzzzt!

That is not a cuddly pet, stop that right now you three!

Tsk.

They escaped, dammit Devon, why the hell are you never awake when I need you.

“What was that noise?” the grizzled veteran Devon said, finally waking up.

Typical.

He can’t manage to awaken until after disaster strikes.

No wait.

Could it be?

Could he actually be that damn good?

I mean he looks like a slovenly idiot from almost all angles, yet maybe it’s a disguise?

Wait, who the hell would he be disguising against thousands of feet up in the air?

…

…

…it couldn’t be me…right?