Halloween 2025 - Day 08

Cael: *psst*

Drago: What? Why are we whispering?

Cael: Mr. Bookworm over there is still getting grouchy if we talk too long.

Cael: And the sleeping bat is giving me some strange vibes, glowing eyes and all.

Jeeves: Cael! Stop whispering. It's rude.

Cael: Tell that to the recent additions. So, what brings you here today? I thought our assignments of late would keep you satisfied.

Jeeves: My business is for this chap today, actually.

Drago: Let me guess. You're going to drop something off, and we'll hate it.

Jeeves: In a manner of speaking. I've brought your son.

Drago: My son? Didn't he get overshadowed by a large fly?

Jeeves: For good reason, but the news does not get much better. You see, he's no longer your son.

Jeeves: ...he's now a teenageer

Drago: Noooo... And the fact that he's strung up in separate parts doesn't warrant an explanation?

Shhh!

Jeeves: Yes, yes. You may resume your silence.

Jeeves: And clean up this mess! I only allow seasonal trash to remain on the floor.

Jeeves: This is unsettling. How did this happen?

Cael: No idea, but I'm reenacting Shakespeare over here, so let's get this assembly finished.

Cael: And then, you know, deal with having a surly teenager around the place.

Drago: Ugh, his hips are still unsightly and weird. Nothing has worked its way out after the growth spurt.

Cael: Unsightly is one thing. His hips don't even angle in the right direction. This is an abomination.

Drago: I know, but let's just give it some time. Maybe the growing pains need to subside.

Cael: Fair, but what is he doing now?

Drago: He's... I'd rather not go there.

Drago: I'll just say that you might expect those tree branches to take root a little faster now.