The Gremlin has been feeling a bit under the weather lately, and was excited to get some fruit in his system. So much, he didn't want to share.
The Mother of the Gremlin set out a bowl of raspberries, and the Gremlin tore into them. He got up to clear his bowl, and returned with the box of raspberries (minus a mouthful or two). The MOTG interjected.
"Save some of those for daddy, okay?"
"But momma, I don't want to get scurry!"
"What's that?"
"What you always tell me I'll get if I don't eat all my fruit!"
"You mean 'scurvy?'"
"Oh yeah, that."
"But if daddy doesn't get any, won't he get scurvy?" The Gremlin looked up at the MOTG, his face now a reddish version of the one in his profile.
"Well, momma, that's up to daddy."
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