April 18, 2003
The boys have decided that they are both Navy Seals and they are launching attacks on me. I just had a plastic knife held to my throat while they demanded unconditional surrender. I took the knife, whipped their karate-kicking asses and sent them running back to Quinton's room to plan their next attack.
They will come again, but I am ready.
Boys. They are what they are.
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