The years went by and Alissan grew to 12 years old.
"You're a natural, Ally!" Varian exclaimed.
"Thanks, Dad," Alissan said, "Now tell me, how did you bang Mom?"
Varian blushed. "That's not important."
"I'm practically going through puberty as we speak, Dad. I know what things go into sex," Alissan said.
Varian gasped. "The Moonstone!"
"What's the Moonstone?" Alissan asked, her long black hair with a teal streak dragging on the floor as she followed her father.
"No wonder your hair's as long as Rapunzel's," Varian said.
He looked at his daughter. "You know what to do!"
"Use this yellow bomb you taught me how to make?" Alissan asked, holding it up.
"No," Varian said, "Something more important than that. We need to get to my father and try my experiment on him."
"But what if it kills him?" his daughter asked.
"Rest assured, sweetheart. Your grandpa will be just fine. There's no damn way he won't be," Varian said.
He grabbed his backpack. "Don't say that," he said, putting a finger to Alissan's mouth, "It's an adult word. Well, more like a teen word since you start swearing in your teens."
"But I'm almost a teen!" Alissan cried.
"Forget about it," Varian said, "To frickin' Old Corona we come!"
He whispered to his daughter, "You can say that, though."
