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Father: *sitting in herbacious border* Maybe I should never have been a father? Should never have married Christy...moved to this white painted house...had twins, and a baby last seen in November...maybe I wouldn't have these neighbours, or their daughter in my house a half-dragon...maybe if I...

Father: *leans forehead against window and gives up, sinking down into the herbacious border*

Father: *bangs on window* *waves and gestures* *wags ears* *shakes head*

Father: *bites Jack's hand* Well if THAT'S what you think of me...y cooking! *leaves house, slamming door* *knocks on door* Actually, it's my house! You leave! And I forgot my keys, someone open up.

Father: *thinks: I don't need to take this abuse!* ...MM...*takes it anyway*...*thinks: Great...now he's dying and holding me traped here too...*

Father: MMMM! Mortomeee! *shakes head to release Jack's hand*

Father: Mmmmhmaa! MMMM! *thinks: Who IS Jason?*

Father: That's a lot of point of interest there, Jack. Are you sure you don't need to lie on the couch before going on?

Father: *raises eyebrows* Nice left hook, Mairin. Perhaps my wife gave you lessons? *pause* Speaking of lessons, Jack, what do you have to say for yourself?

Father: *steps in front of the door* I may not be the strongest of men, but I know the rules. *glares* The first rule of illegitimacy, Mr Jack...er...Jack. No leaving. *eyes narrow* And no stealing spaghetti. As the man of this house, I will not let you step outside these four walls before...

Father: *steps into the living room* Ok let me get this straight. *pauses, as if he could get it any other way* Mairin, you are an Dragon of the Incog Nito race, seeped in human form? And...Jack, you are a...man in big trouble.

Father: *returns to cooking* So...who wants Spaghetti and who wants Pasta? I'd offer rice, but a bunch of random rats ate the lot...

Father: What? I am NOT repeating myself, Jack...it was bad enough the first time!

Father: ...did I say that outloud?

Father: *to self* I wish I was a drag-queen...*pause*

Father: *from kitchen* That kid leaves us in more suspense than suspenders! Not that there is anything...er...suspence filled about suspendors...they are just...fine and not suspencey...

Father: A minority?

Father: I'm pretending I didn't. *finds pots and pans and prepares lunch* But, yeah, I got the gist of it...Your girlfriend's not normal...*pause* Who is?

Father: You know what...this is my house, tell. *ducks into the kitchen* I'll just be...out here.

Father: What did it take to get a dragon out of you in the first place? *leans against fireplace*