It is time to entice the inhabitants to change into their Martial Arts uniforms. Mutiny is upon us. The oldest resident desperately wishes to attend her training. The middle resident, however, wishes to wreak havoc in a minute-by-minute fashion. *sigh* Off we go!
Update: The oldest inhabitant changed her mind, saying she would rather stay home. Looking at her with my mutiny-reducing stare, I informed her she was going anyway. With a level gaze, she asked, "Who's gonna make me?" I darkened my stare, her eyebrows lifted and her mouth began to speak, "You know, on second thought, I really DO want to go today!"
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