With this next drabble, I have officially archived 100,000+ words here on this site. XD
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The two brothers had the same idea at the same time, and immediately began initiating wordless communication to sort out the details of how they would execute the plan. There was only one sure-fire way, and they knew they'd have to stick to it faithfully if they wanted to complete it as painlessly as possible. It wasn't nearly a last resort--it was merely the only thing TK and Matt could do to get themselves out of this mess. It was time to face it: they had had enough, and this fiasco was destined to end now.
First, TK hid the beeping, singing toy behind the couch, causing a chorus of shrieks and wails. Then, Matt came running in from the kitchen, panting from exertion, arms loaded with bottles of warm milk. The brothers worked quickly to shove said bottles into eager, screaming mouths without getting their fingers bitten off or hair pulled out in great chunks that took weeks of painful humiliation to grow back. The crying halted as soon as the magical powers the bottles possessed came into effect, thankfully. TK then snuck to the other side of the room stealthily to turn on the radio. He searched frantically for a quiet, relaxing classical station, and kept it there while Matt threw blankets over the close-to-slumbering bodies of the babies.
The second half of their genius plan involved not moving, no matter what. It was crucial that they stayed perfectly still and not make any sounds or movements that would catch the attention of their charges. It took a while, but soon the brothers could hear soft snores, signalling the success of their plan. They sighed in unison, then moved out of their cramped positions, soundlessly sneaking down the hallway to the den.
Once there, TK slumped to the floor and groaned quietly, "Why on earth did you decide to have children?"
Matt simply shook his head silently.
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