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"Oh, Threo! Finally!"
"Hi, Belle. What's up? Is Mom here?"
"Yes. In fact, she was worried sick about you ever since you ran away from home!"
"Well, I—"
"Just quit already, dammit! We missed you!"
"Why should I? I love my job! And chill out, sis, I'll apologize to Mom."
"Blast it, Threo! I was worried too! You're just lucky they don't assign you in one of those submarines –"
"Submarines?"
"Yeah, you're in the Navy, right? Now don't try to change the topic! I know you can't swim –"
"Swim? Oh, Belle, I'm in the other Navy."
"Wait, what? You… WHAT?!"
"I'm in the Fleet."
"…oh, gods…"
"I never told you this?"
"You never said anything!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, sis! I'm busy!"
"…Fine. Which ship are you in?"
"Lady Ex."
"You mean the Executor?! Resign right this instant, young lad!"
"You're not the boss of me! You're not Mom either! I haven't talked to her –"
"What, so I have to wear knitted scarfs and breathe loudly? I'm your OLDER SISTER, you idiot!"
"I mean –"
"Poooh… khhhh… Ensign Threo… you… are… FIRED!"
"You're impossible, sis. Lord Vader wouldn't do that. He'd just strangle us to death! And for your information, I'm not an ensign anymore."
"Who cares, Ensign? What kind of boss kills his underlings?!"
"Him?"
"Aaaaarghhhh, for kriff's sake! I'll strangle you with my knitted scarf!"
"Do it, then!"
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"Belle, what are you doing to your brother?!"
"Aaaakh–help…"
"Nothing, Mom!"
The end!
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