Shut Up and Standby
"WAAAAAAAAH!"
"Alarm clock," grumbled Tyrell.
"Did the bird have a baby, Dad?" muttered Karis.
"…"
"Sorry guys," Amiti said, putting the last pin in his hair. "Mist needs to be fed."
"If he influences sleep, he should use his talents on himself."
"Perhaps general anesthesia would work better," piped in Rief.
"Let up!" Amiti said angrily. "He's just a baby."
"I heard him explain Antidisestablishmentarianism to Brick the other day," recalled Karis.
"You must be hallucinating," scoffed Amiti, who then turned to the blue bundle in his arms. "Who wants concentrated Psynergy for breakfast? You want concentrated Psynergy for breakfast!" he cooed.
"I'm going to lose my breakfast," Rief said in the same voice Amiti was using. "But besides that. Look what I did!" he shove the Djinn Encyclopedia at his friends. A neat entry for bark sat under Claw's.
"No!" gasped Karis.
"!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Rief turned angrily to Amiti, who had suddenly gone pale as a sheet. "Will you shut the baby u-"
He looked down. Down to Bark's perfect entry. Where tearstains now soaked every word.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" Rief bellowed a war cry as he jumped at Amiti.
Loud shouts and the sounds of llamas screaming emitted from the growing dustcloud around the fights.
"I don't think Amiti's hair will ever recover," joked Karis.
Mist sat on the ground happily. "Pneumono – Ultra – microscopic – silico – volcano – koniosis," he recited perfectly. "Black lung disease. P-N-E-U-M-O-N-O-U-L…"
"It's one of those mornings," Tyrell said.
"…"
"Wow, Rief, I didn't know you owned a pair of spiked knuckles. Oh. Ouch. Amiti, I'll heal that if you want. Rief, I wouldn't recommend pulling his hair, it's a safety hazard."
"…V-O-L-C-A-N-O-K-O…"
(I couldn't resist.)