Gimlet: Hmmph! I'm hungry and we shall protest, right purple lady?
Tommy: You want this bed? It's my bed now.
Kahlua: You people make me want to bang my head into this wall.
Gimlet: Stand DOWN, feline!
Tommy: *head toss* Try me bitch.
Carl: Wow! Another baby! I definitely feel ready for this!
Sangria: Don't be sarcastic I'm also scared!
Gimlet: Damn Grandma what did Blueni do to you?
Kezia: He's - he's - ugh! Here all smug and stuff!
Blueni: Beats me. She's kind of crackers.
Gimlet: Sooo, I've eaten dinner, and I'm tired, can I have a story?
Sangria: Something something homework. I'm also tired.
Carl: That one ceiling tile in particular is real neat.
Gimlet:...Yeah I'll put myself to bed. Just useless.
And Tommy hates the computer.
Tommy: Hiisss! Stop watching me!
Computer: *beep boop*
Carl: La-di-da, going happily to sleep.
Tommy: WAIT, NO, you're gonna fling me, Mistress Sangria help!
Sangria: Oooh, I'm almost done with this...sentence. Yeah I'm procrastinating.
Carl: Gonna just TOSS this comforter-
Gimlet: What are you doing, sissy?
Kahlua: Eating here, it'll be comfy.
Gimlet: But you have your own bed. That one's mine.
Kahlua: Not now it's not. It's mine. Say it. Tell me it's my bed.
Gimlet: :( It's your bed.
Lux: Still desperate to see me after all these years, m'dear?
Nicola: Oh fuck off. I also want to look at our daughter's science stuff.
Lux: Hmm. Yeah. Wanna see if I can clone a ghost?
Nicola: Do I ever!
Lux: What the hell happened to that cat?
Tommy: I don't judge your life, so don't judge mine please!
Carl's baby brother was born.
Carl: And then the toaster went KERPLUNK and plot-twist, it was a Transformer all along! Fucking Toastformer! So anyway, now he's on my side, me and my army of fixing bots, and we need to find that rocket.
Kezia: This was his dream, or a novel idea, or both. Stopped listening at the uprising of the hammers.
Rivella: What's your birthday wish, my dear little nugget?
Sangria: She's still my daughter, mother.
Kahlua: I wanna be just like-
Rivella: Like your dad! All those robotics! Right Kahlua?
Kahlua: Uh...sure.
Carl: *HONK*
Kezia: Really? Right in my ear?!
Kahlua: Why do I have to have a face like him?
Rivella: Hahaha well I don't have the answers to everything, kid!
She grew up Hot-Headed with the scamp aspiration.
Kahlua you're mean, there's so many places to sit.
Gimlet: I wanna be an island...so she'd drown if she tried to get near me.
Kahlua: I can and will crush your toes. I'm the boss now.
Rivella: So, homework huh? Get a good start going.
Kahlua: Well, I'm kind of just looking at what answers I need to get out of another kid. Best to be selective.
Rivella: I really am proud of you. But get off your brother's toes.
Kahlua: It's fun, Grandma.
Rivella: No achievement in squashing those who are smaller than you.
*After makeover*
Carl: Either you teleported across the room or I'm still in my badass dream.
Kahlua: Dad, I also have homework. Do yours instead of babbling inanely.
Carl: I'm sure that's just your way of showing love!
Um...why are you in here dude?
Alijah: Sweet set-up!
Sangria: This is a Quiet Zone, for Serious Work - wait who are you again? Uh, MUM, can you-
Rivella: Reporting for duty. You do need me, don't you San-
Sangria: Well-
Alijah: Could you ladies pipe down and let me enjoy this badass rig? Not like either of you are att-
Rivella: Oh honey, you've got a storm coming.
Gimlet: Please...I just want to sleep in peace...why do you even smell like that, Tommy?
Tommy: It's my bed now!
Sangria: *gag* Why did I think this was a good idea?
Kezia: Beats me. If you throw up, clean it yourself.
Rivella: Of course it's a good idea! The kids so far? All wonderful! Kahlua has such spirit and Gimlet is...there.
Look he's scary again.
Gimlet: I know I'm here. But I am so much more.
Kezia: Oh name one quality of yours, kid.
Kahlua: Wobble, little boy, wobble.
Gimlet: You're not helping!
Rivella: Well that's not her job. Comment all you like, Kahlua. This family is a full-time peanut gallery after all!
Kahlua: Ohhhh no I hope you don't fall, that wouldn't be funny at all!
Gimlet: When I grow up I swear to GOD-
Rivella: On the table are we...
Tommy: Well I am the king of this castle.
Rivella: Sure, sure dear. But you are channelling the spirit of Onyx, and I appreciate that. Strike a pose!
Gimlet: We'll get our revenge, won't we sandwich?
Rivlela: Jeez, someone get that kid a storyline.
Gimlet: God Dad, you're carrying precious cargo, act like it.
Carl: Uh...we hate nappies in this house! No nappies! Use the potty!
Gimlet: Is this supposed to help me or are you saying random crap?
Sangria: I think he's trying for both, darling.
Kahlua: Finally. Somebody's watching this perfection...not that this typing game is interesting.
Gimlet: *watches with HATE*
Gimlet: So what kind of storyline do you wanna give me, Grandma?
Rivella: Well I can't really do that. I said STORY. You can pick one of mine, or one of your mum's!
Gimlet: Oh...I see. Let's see the juicy stuff.
Gimlet: O__O COWS can be PLANTS?
Rivella: Indeed! Wait until I tell you what they keep in their mouths!
Carl:...Rivella, what are you trying to teach my son?
Rivella: We're just talking about cake, right Gim?
Gimlet: So....plants are also cake?
Rivella:...No. Let's just start again.
Sangria: Ugh, I really do feel sick-
Kahlua: Get wrecked, son.
Sangria: You're MY kid! Where are you learning this?
Kahlua:...Granny said it on voice chat!
Sangria: I guess if she's teaching you something it might as well be that.
Hi Rocio, how are things?
Rocio: What?! If Sprite can run off here at the first sign of conflict I'll do the same!
Carl: Why yes, funny little ball of plasma light, I am the cooliest of all cools!
Rocio: That makes no sense.
Carl: You're doing the funky chicken for no reason, let's just be nonsense together :)
Rocio: Ugh how are you nice but also so annoying!
Carl: 'Tis the Carl guarantee.
Rivella: *cough cough* Having been close to death I now know why people freaked out so much. Yikes.
Kezia: Stop burning! I'll beat you! I will I swear it! I may look like your average old lady but--wait, this is chicken. What am I doing?
Carl: Wanna...get rid of some of that stress?
Sangria: With this baby I really can't fit in the shower, Carl.
Carl: We do have a bed. You can do...things...in a bed.
Sangria: Oh wow I almost forgot.
Seriously, all their kids have been conceived in the science shower.
Tommy's learned from Sugar, it seems. I still remember how she slept at the end of kid Cola's bed every night.
Kahlua: Except it sounds like that cat had its shit together. This one smells and keeps snoring.
Pepsi: God I've missed these computers! The WiFi in the afterlife is TERRIBLE, and the hardware is ancient....I wonder if they have ghost dating sites. I do miss getting ass.
Carl: OK, I know we all forgot you existed-
Gimlet: I'm starving! Unacceptable!
Carl: But I'm here now!
Gimlet: Hmmph!
Carl: Seriously, say what you want. You take what you can get in thsi world.
Gimlet: Don't try and teach me things when my stomach is eatin gitself!
Tommy: This looks like a swell place for a bath!
Rivella: SANGRIA your idiot cat is being an idiot again!
Sangria: Tommy I do not have time for this bullshit, I'm very pregnant and have a lot of work to do. Now get along with my mother or else!
Tommy: Bitch what you don't even get along with that hag!
Rivella: Let's have a special day together, Gimlet!
Blueni: Lol every day is 'special' with you.
Rivella: Ignore the insolent toy. We need to spice up those blocks. I've got lots of red markers!
Rivella: May the spirt world take you, precious grandson!
Gimlet: Yeah so that's me. YOu're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation-
Rivella: This situation of fun!
Gimlet: I'm literally about to die, your old arms are shaky.
Rivella: You'll die only of fun!
Carl: Goddammit! The_Pro beat me again in online Party Frenzy.
Sangria: Wait...I know that username. For fuck's sake Carl that's my teenage nephew.
Carl: Well why can't the little shit let me win?
Sangria: My husband, everyone.
Gimlet: Do you mind not staring RIGHT AT -
Tommy: What? This is just my favourite place to sit, what's your problem?
Kezia: We need to tear up this carpet if he's gonna potty in here, also we're out of the carpet cleaner, ALSO I'm not your servant SAN-
Sangria: *stares into the middle distance and ignores them all*
Here is Kahlua, above everybody else.
Kahlua: As I deserve, have you met those idiots?
And then because of the generational fun, we had to go to the Spice Festival.
Sangria: Yeah this music's not bad.
Roxanne: Mhm. I can boogie but faced away, just so I don't have to look at that busker's face!
Jarvis:...Ouch.
Sangria: Well that's quite rude. He has a perfectly average face.
Jarvis: Thank...you?
Jarvis: Ba-nyow-nyow-nyow!
Sangria: Yeah, ok, that's unwatchable.
Roxanne: Knew it.
Kezia: That firework was so lame. I was promised explosions!
Roxanne: You did singe off that guy's eyebrows, old lady. Yeah, he's pretty mad. Coming over here too. With security.
Sangria: Yeah let's go.
Next Carl went to his third and final guest lecture.
Carl: I'm so inspired by that beautiful speech I could just-
GO HOME it's 9pm!
At home...
Kezia: H-
Gimlet: YOU THREW OFF MY GROOVE!
Kezia: I was just gonna ask if you wanted a snack, like damn.
Sangria: I've lost control of my life, I feel like a balloon and it BETTER BE ONE IN THERE
Sangria: DAMMIT, Prosecco really is hard to beat - what is it, Kahlua. Wanna turn?
Kahlua: But Grandma promised me GTA-
Sangria: Grandma gets her game mixed up, she doesn't know much about that stuff, I'm sure she meant soething more appropriate-
Kahlua: Grandma knows everything about games, and she said this one would be my favourite!
Sangria: Dammit Mum.
Sangria: Seriously, again Prosecco?
Carl: I now feel vindicated.
Sangria: Also Kezia, could you remind my mother of my standards for my children.
Kezia: Oooh what an interesting fork this is.
Sangria:...Gotta do everything myself, huh?
Carl: C'mon, let's get this bread and write this term paper. I need all hands on deck. That means you, computer, keyboard, desk. And don't think I forgot you, MOUSE!
Kezia: Y'know what kid you threw off my groove. I would rather die than do this.
Gimlet: I would rather die than look at your FACE!
Kezia: You little-
Kahlua: You look like an eggplant.
Sangria:...I know I'm very pregnant but that's not my first choice of words.
Kahlua: You don't have a monopoly on words. It's because of your cardigan. It's horrible by the way.
Sangria:...Run along and play, dear.
Gimlet: Just you wait. Seriously. When I'm big and tall - like THIS TALL - you will pay for keeping me trapped in here.
Kezia: Threats do not work on me, I have lived with RIVELLA for my entire adult life. Also pretty sure I'll be dead by then, so suck it.
Gimlet:...Mum?
Sangria: Eeeeh, well, pregnant, very tired.
Sprite's here! How're you doing girl?
Sprite: Just fine, now if anybody needs me I will not be crying in here.
Kahlua: Right. My parents suggested I get a friend! Would you be up for the position?
Bobby: Well. I guess?
Kahlua: Amazing! Damn I'm good at this.
Rivella: Welp, nope. Not if that thing is there? How do you even pee with those eyes staring at you?
Sangria: It helps when there's a thing jumping on your bladder-
Rivella: You gotta stop milking your pregnancies, I mean really. I did this four times and barely broke a sweat.
Sangria: Y'know what Mother-
Tommy: Draaaaama.
TOMMY. You have a whole-ass cat tree which I'm pretty sure doubles as a scratching post.
Tommy: Mmmm. It's just not the same clawfeel.
Bobby: Pretty sure that girl Kalamity or whatever got dropped on her head, but pretty sweet place. BOMB-ass leftovers.
Carl: My son, I shall watch over you-
Gimlet: If you care so much turn the lights off.
Carl: Well then how will I do my homework, silly?
Gimlet: Ugggghhh.
Sangria: OW
It's go time. Last baby.
Sangria: Thank fu - AAAAH
Tommy: Y'know, San, that computer's pretty ugly and outdated, you should replace-
Sangria: Not NOW
Tommy: And that wardrobe? An abomination.
Sangria: Let's just ignore my bitchy cat who has decided to be an interior designer for no reason, and have a snuggle.
Baby: O...K?
This is Vermouth, and he is a boy! Making this the first majority-boy generation of the Randomcy. Quite a few of the recent generations have had sons, so maybe the girl trend is over.
Sangria: Notice anything different, dear?
Carl: Hmmm..haircut? New PJs?
Sangria:...The boulder hanging off me is now a baby, and our son.
Carl: Haha yeah, of course. I was joking.
Sangria: Well. Wasn't that funny.
Cousin Ribena is having another baby with Kevin.
Nicola: If you need me I'll be staring at the wall of this observatory. The afterlife is getting old.
With this use of the potty, Gimlet will be a Happy toddler.
Gimlet: Well I don't feel happy right now.
Hhhh just go back to bed it's 1.30am.
Nicola: Sigh, even pasta isn't hitting the spot...truly I am so bored of this existence.
Tommy: Can you have your existential crisis in a room where I'm NOT the king of all Tables?
Nicola: And this cat is insane, what happened to the good old days of Sugar?
Tommy: Sugar? I don't know her.
Nicola: *sniff* You should've.
Rivella: Ah, the two potential heirs of this whole thing?
Kahlua: And yet I'm a servant-Cinderella type doing your mopping.
Rivella: They're called chores.
Nicola: Granddaughter you don't mean to say...a boy may take over?
Gimlet:...Why shouldn't I?
Rivella: Oh get with the times, Granny. Kahlua over there is actually the only girl option.
Kahlua: Right? And yet I'm doing the housework. I call sexism.
Kezia: Oy Sangria, your brat son wants a bath.
Sangria: Uh...lame excuse. Bye!
Gimlet: Auntie Kezia please? I'll let you give me a bubble beard and use it as blackmail material.
Kezia: Just this once.
Sangria got pretty chubby all of a sudden so she's working out.
Sangria: Exhilarating! I love having free time!
Yet this is what you do with it.
Sangria: Read my shirt, boiiii.
Kezia: Ugh what am I? The nanny?
...Sorta? Surely you should have complained like, five babies ago.
Kezia: Rivella's babies are different. This is before I knew what San would grow into.
A functional member of society who works out in her free time?
Kezia: Disgusting.
Gimlet: OK, going to - wait a minute.
Kahlua: Playtime's over and no way can you get on that jungle gym unsupervised.
Gimlet: >:(
Kahuua: Life's tough little brother.
Gimlet: Kahlua said she would dance with me, where is she?
Sangria: Oh, she was dancing in here a second ago, but went to the kitchen. Said she's done with dancing for now.
Gimlet:...I'm starting to think she doesn't actually want us to hang out.
Sangria: Who knows, kidlet? Your sister's an unpredictable one.
Vermouth: Intruder!
Bobby: Relax I'm not gonna do anything. Just looking. And dreaming. By God this house is sweet, even if I might have to evade my 'friend'.
Gimlet: You said you'd share!
Kahlua: Changed my mind, get your own food. There's a bowl in the kitchen.
Gimlet: EW! the CAT eats out of that thing! I would rather not touch something he has!
Sangria: And it's cat food? No? Whatever.
Kahlua: Interesting accessorising, Dad.
Carl: You like? It's always best to have a special set of workout glasses. Can't forget the clip-on earrings too! Right, San?
Sangria:Yes, nice dear.
Kahlua: Wow you two are nuts.
Carl: Nonono. I'm nuts! Your mother is an enabler
Sangria:...
Kahlua: Right, You're here. I almost forgot about you.
Bobby: Yeah, well it's been a while and I might need to head off-
Kahlua: Nonsense! Now you're here let's hang out, friendo. Oh, and there's our asshole cat.
Tommy: Hello to you too, Mistress.
Kahlua: Dad you said you'd be at your workshop this evening, why are you bothering me?
Carl: Well that was the plan but I gave myself quite a shock...literally. 100 volts coursing through me.
Bobby: No it's fine Mr S, that's so cool, I love buffers.
Sangria: -For the last time, I'm typing as loud as you are. How am I the problem and not the loud music?
Rivella: You are RUINING my competition vibe!
Kezia: I have time for none of this.
No San.
Sangria: But like, one and a half of them are broken!
No!
Bobby: Your dad dances like trash.
Kahlua: Well lookee here I'm friends with Captain Obvious.
Bobby:...I'm trying my best here, I really am. Can I have leftovers yet or not?
Carl: I was gonna kiss you, San...but I'm enjoying this view too.
Tommy: Yeah, wait your turn you scrub..
Sangria: Tommy please chill out for one second.
Round 2 of tonight's Workshop Activities.
Carl: C'mon robots, work with me.
Or you could read instructions.
Carl: Now where is the fun in that?
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