Conan's Mansion Prologue
"Jump! JUMP! JUMP, YOU STUPID BAG OF PIXELS!!!" the six-year old yelled at the TV set. Conan had been playing "Big Fish In the River" for somewhere around three days straight, for lack of anything else fun to do, as the agency had no buisness for about that long. A moment later, muffled screams could be heard from the next room. Conan quickly jumped off his seat on the floor and ran to the screams.
"Rachel, what's wrong?!" he asked upon entering the room.
"I won a mansion! I WON A MANSION!" the seventeen-year old girl screamed in delight.
"And this matters to us how...?" Conan asked.
"Well, I can finally get away from Dad, and not have to risk you growing up to be an alcoholic hobo."
"What?!"
"I'm thinking that you and I can move in there, and finally get Dad some professional help."
"Um...sure..."
"Good! Let's go over to the mansion tomorrow and see what it's like!" Rachel squealed, putting her coat on.
"Where are you going, Rachel?" Conan asked.
"I'm going to see if there are any daycares that will accept men over the age of 40." Rachel replied.
As soon as Rachel left, Conan burst out laughing.
"I can't believe it! She's actually DOING that?!" Conan laughed, forgetting that Richard was in the next room.
"Wha? What's going on?" Richard drunkenly asked Conan, who had suddenly gotten back to his game.
"Rachel won a mansion. She and I are moving in it tomorrow." Conan answered nonchalantly.
"That's nice. Who's making dinner?"
"Order pizza." Conan said, in a hurry to get to the next level on his game. However, he had to stop when Richard collapsed on top of the TV. Conan ran up to the phone and dialed 911.
"Hello, this is the emergency hotline. What is your emergency?" the phone operator asked.
"Richard collapsed on my video game again!" Conan replied.
"We'll be right on it, Conan. Have a nice day."
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