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Rating: PG (Parental guidance suggested. Foul language.)
A/N: This is one of those random-type things. There is nothing wrong with script…
Rick: Honey! Have you seen my gun?
Evy: Which one? You have like 20 stashed around the house.
Rick: Well, there's nothing wrong with being careful.
Alex: Mom thinks I'll hurt myself if I play with this. holds out six-shooter
Rick: head/palm ….looses train of thought Do we have any poptarts?
Evy: What? You're son was just carry a dangerous weapon, and you want a poptart?
Alex: Actually that sounds good! follows Rick Wait for me, Dad!
Evy: is left alone I hate living in a house full of men.
Jonnathan: sneaks up behind Evy What's up with you, Evy?
Evy: jumps three feet in the air Don't DO that! You scared the hell out of me!
Jonnathan: Well, so-rry! It's your fault for—Is that a cookie? runs off
Evy: … sighs Men! exits