Roman, bursting into Logan's room in the middle of the night, sword raised: WHO IS ROBERTO AND WHERE DID HE COME FROM AND WHAT DOES HE WANT WITH PADRE?!
Logan, sleepily: He's the frog that lives in your head. G'night.
Roman, lowering sword: Oh, okay.
Roman:
Roman: waIT HE'S THE WHAT—
Remus and Logan: *playing Hell Chess*
Patton and Janus: *teleport in*
Janus: LOGAN! Tell Patton he does not have birds in his head!
Patton: Logan!! Tell Janus he doesn't know everything!
Logan, raising an eyebrow: What?
Patton: So, whenever my doctor examines my ears, these little birds tweet! He says I have a little family of birds living in my head!
Janus: Correction, to make Patton sit still during checkups, his doctor makes bird noises and pretends to check on birds in his head instead of his ears.
Patton: Hey, I'm perfectly still! I don't want him to poke a bird!
Janus: *gestures wildly at him*
Logan, completely serious: Oh, no, I'm afraid you're wrong here, Janus. I've seen Patton's medical records, he has a small family of birds living in his head and has for years. It's a harmless condition.
Janus: *stares at him in WTF manner*
Patton: Ha! I told you! Devon and his family ARE in my head!
Remus: What's in my head?
Logan, no hesitation: A single rat on a wheel. His name is Maurice.
Remus: Is he a space cowboy?
Logan: And a gangster of love.
Remus, grinning: Cool.
Patton: Ooh! What's in Roman's head?
Logan, also no hesitation: A frog named Roberto.
Patton: Awesome! I'm going to tell him.
Patton: *sinks out*
Janus: WHY.
Logan, smiling mischievously: You've got a transgendeer in yours.
Janus: MOTHERF—
Remus and Logan: *playing Hell Chess*
Patton and Janus: *teleport in*
Janus: LOGAN! Tell Patton he does not have birds in his head!
Patton: Logan!! Tell Janus he doesn't know everything!
Logan, raising an eyebrow: What?
Patton: So, whenever my doctor examines my ears, these little birds tweet! He says I have a little family of birds living in my head!
Janus: Correction, to make Patton sit still during checkups, his doctor makes bird noises and pretends to check on birds in his head instead of his ears.
Patton: Hey, I'm perfectly still! I don't want him to poke a bird!
Janus: *gestures wildly at him*
Logan, completely serious: Oh, no, I'm afraid you're wrong here, Janus. I've seen Patton's medical records, he has a small family of birds living in his head and has for years. It's a harmless condition.
Janus: *stares at him in WTF manner*
Patton: Ha! I told you! Devon and his family ARE in my head!
Remus: What's in my head?
Logan, no hesitation: A single rat on a wheel. His name is Maurice.
Remus: Is he a space cowboy?
Logan: And a gangster of love.
Remus, grinning: Cool.
Patton: Ooh! What's in Roman's head?
Logan, also no hesitation: A frog named Roberto.
Patton: Awesome! I'm going to tell him.
Patton: *sinks out*
Janus: WHY.
Logan, smiling mischievously: You've got a transgendeer in yours.
Janus: MOTHERF—
Can you imagine Remus trying for hours to create a perfectly normal animal for Patton for his birthday but he's running out of time so like
Remus: *pops up, holding creature*
Roman: *immediately draws sword* Are you trying to KI—
Remus: No! No, no, it's not a cat.
Creature: *looks exactly like a cat*
Remus: Well, not really. See, I made it look like a cat, cuz Patton loves cats, but he's allergic. So it's not really a cat.
Roman: *half-lowers sword* How do we know you're telling the truth?
Remus: Um... If I was trying to be evil, I'd do it much more bluntly?
Roman: *sheaths sword* That's true.
Patton, looking at the creature: Aw, kiddo, it's so cute! Does it have a name?
Remus: Um, no, I thought I'd let you name it. If— if you want it.
Patton: Of course I do! Aw, that's so sweet of you.
Remus: *hands creature to Patton* Just be kinda careful, I'm still new to making normal creatures, so it might be a bit—
Creature: *starts to yawn, as it's mouth gets widest it breaths a spiral of fire, closes its mouth and does a little mlem at the end*
Remus: ...odd.
Everyone: *carefully watching Patton's reaction*
Patton: Kiddo...
Patton: ...I LOVE IT! Oh my goodness!
Patton, scratching the creature's stomach, in a baby-voice: Who's the cutest little not-kitty? You are! Who's my cute little fire-breathing-cat-lookalike? You are!
Remus, softly: *eyes tearing up* He likes it.
Roman: *solemnly sets hand on his shoulder* You did good. You're making us proud as a club member.
Remus: *sniffle* I like this club.