“Any lingering animosity between them vanished, replaced by a combined resolve to horribly embarrass their sons.!
"KNEEL, PUNY MORTALS!”
“Da-a-a-a-ad…”
“AVAUNT, MISCREANT!”
“Da-a-a-a-ad…”
Two sons shared a sympathetic look of mutual mortification as their parents started a war in the parking lot of their new grade school. Both wanted, but lacked the power, to dig themselves a foxhole in the tarmac and never come out again.
The rest of the playground was going crazy.
“It’s Captain Paragon!”
“And Maliciosa!”
“…nostoppitIwannadiiiiieeeee…” mumbled both sons in unison as they tried to hide inside their own hands.
Just another day at SuperPrep.
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