I must say that I'm a bit surprised at the support. It's very nice. Would any of you kind people like some fondue? It's quite delish. Always glad to share.
Chapter Vijf
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"Well we can't just call it 'the thing' or 'the baby' or… 'the thing,'" Christian pointed out.
"Why not?"
"Because… actually I don't know. Never mind."
However the FON baby suddenly began to pout, and let out a scream so loud that it busted all the windows in the house and the penguins who were now about half way across the Atlantic ocean en route to South America to pick up a freighter to New Zealand paused and listened to the noise before continuing their journey in relative peace. Relative peace minus the big whale that came up and swallowed about half of them.
Christian and Satine stood stone still (alliteration) as though they were made of stone, their hair all pushed back and sticking back from their heads as though it was green grass. Only not green and not grass.
"That could be a prob—" Christian began to say when the baby wound up for another scream of epic proportions.
Satine, whose brain had been warming up the last few minutes like a really old car in the cold, hurried to the baby and shoved about half of her hand into his mouth.
Silence.
"I win, again! 50 points for me!"
"But…" Christian began, trying to think of an excuse so that she wouldn't get so many points for the highly rare, many point scoring, shove-your-fist-into-a-FON-baby's-mouth combo. However he couldn't think of anything so he stopped talking. Although he hadn't really started. He'd only said "but".
"This can't be a permanent solution however," she pointed out.
Christian considered this with a finger to his nose and one in his ear.
Two minutes and 13 seconds later, he had successfully lodged a mitten in the FON baby's mouth which produced the same affect as Satine's hand being stuffed in the gaping maw.
"Yah! I get 78 points!"
"No! You're not wearing lederhosen!" Satine retaliated.
"Yes I am," he stated, pulling up his yellow Abercrombie and Fitch sweatshirt to reveal the German suspenders and pants.
"Poop!" Satine snarled. He was currently winning by 26 points.