Brute: HEY!!! LET GO OF ME!
(Brute manages to shake off Angel's arm from hers)
Brute: I can walk y'know. AND I can fly.
Angel: If tu insist...
(The two walk downstairs to the Plutonium's living room, full of green furniture and pictures of Brute with her father.)
Brute: *while looking around and twitching her eye* Oh, this is sooooo creepy...
Angel: tu should have thought of that before tu wished...
Brute: I DIDN'T MEAN IT!!!!
(Opp. P overhears his daughter's shouting and comes into the living room (from the cocina to check up on her.)
Opp. P: Brute, sweety, what's with the shouting?
Brute: DAD!!!!...
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