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A LIFE OF DIVERSITY i (Autistic author) "You know, Shel, just put yourself out there. You think to much! Just steal a patty from the krusty krab, and bring it back. No inventions, just believe. I'll wait out front." Karen says. Sheldon Plankton, whose ambition often outstripped his grasp, took a deep breath and nodded. It was a simple enough plan, he thought, and maybe, just maybe, it would be enough. For years he'd been trying to outsmart Mr. Krabs, crafting ingenious contraptions and elaborate schemes to swipe the Krabby Patty secret formula. Yet here he was, standing in the shadow of the gleaming neon sign of the Chum Bucket, his own restaurant, contemplating the unthinkable: a straight-up heist. He tiptoed to the Krabby Krab, eye darting back and forth for any signs of movement. Karen, ever the impatient one, was pacing back and forth outside the Chum Bucket. She had been waiting for what felt like an eternity. "What's taking him so long?" she murmured to herself, her frustration building. Meanwhile, Plankton took a final shaky breath and slid open the kitchen window, his heart racing. The scent of greasy fryers and salty ocean air filled his nostrils. He reached out, his tiny hand trembling, and snatched the Krabby Patty that lay unguarded on the counter. With the stolen patty in hand, Plankton's confidence grew. He had done it; the secret was within his grasp! He turned to leave, but his elation was cut short when a shadow fell over him. He looked up to find Mr. Krabs standing there, his eyes narrowed and his claw raised. "Plankton, I knew it was you!" he bellowed. Plankton froze. Mr. Krabs lunged at him, but Plankton was quick. He dashed under the cash register, the Krabby Patty clutched to his chest like a football player crossing the finish line. "You'll never get me!" he yelled, his voice echoing in the quiet restaurant. But Krabs was persistent, his claws snapping shut just millimeters from Plankton's antennae. With a cunning smile, Mr. Krabs stepped back eyeing the cash register. "Maybe not," he said reaching over the counter and hoisting the heavy metal contraption off its stand. Plankton's eye went wide with horror as he realized what Krabs intended to do. He tried to dodge, but the space was too cramped, and the cash register came down on him like a guillotine blade. The sound of metal on metal reverberated through the kitchen, and the Krabby Patty went flying out of his grasp. Mr. Krabs' victory roar filled the room as Plankton crumpled to the floor, stars dancing in his vision. The impact had been tremendous, and for a moment, he lay dazed and defeated. The cash register's heavy weight had not only knocked him out cold but also left a sizable dent in the floorboards. Outside, Karen's pacing grew more erratic. as "What's keeping him?" she groused. Just as she was about to storm inside, she hears the cash register, which hit Plankton's head. Peering in she saw Plankton lying on the floor. "Plankton?" she shrieked, her voice cracking with panic. Karen opens the door and goes to him. "Plankton! Oh no!" she screamed, voice shaking the very foundation of the Krabby Krab. She rushed over to him, shaking with fear. Plankton's eye closed, and his body was completely still. The Patty lay forgotten. Panic set in, and she began to pat his face. "Plankton, wake up!!" she yelled, echoing through the deserted kitchen. She knew that Plankton could be dramatic, but this was unlike him. He'd always bounced back from Mr. Krabs' traps before, albeit with a bruised ego. There was a pulse, faint but steady. "Thank Neptune," she whispered, her relief palpable. "Plankton, please," Karen begged, a mix of desperation and fear. She knew she had to do something, and fast. But what? Her medical expertise was limited to patching up her husband's bruises from past failed schemes, not dealing with a concussion from a cash register to the head. She then managed to scoop up her unconscious husband and sprinted to the Bikini Bottom Hospital. Once inside the hospital, she explained what happened with the cash register. "We'll do a brain scan." They said. Karen laid Plankton on the hospital bed. Finally a doctor approached with a solemn expression. "The brain scan results are in." Karen nodded for him to go on. "It seems your husband has suffered significant brain damage from impact," the doctor continued, fidgeting with a clipboard. "The good news is that he will wake up, but... your husband has experienced severe brain trauma. While he will regain consciousness, it appears that he may have developed permanent autism." "What does that mean?" she managed to whisper. The doctor explained that while Plankton would still be able to talk and/or communicate, his interactions and reactions to sensory would be significantly affected. "But he'll still be the same Plankton?" The doctor nods. "In many ways, yes. His personality, his memories, they should all be intact. But his ability to process, to understand and respond appropriately... those might be altered. It's a complex condition, Mrs. Plankton. He can go home whence he wakes up." Karen nodded numbly, mind racing with the implications. As she sat by Plankton's bedside the hospital lights flickered, and the constant beeping of the heart monitor was the only company she had. The quiet was broken her husband's eye fluttering open. "Karen?" he croaked, his voice hoarse from the trauma. Her heart leaped at the sound, and she took his hand, squeezing it tightly. "I'm here," she said, her voice cracking. "How do you feel?" Plankton's gaze darted around the room. "Where am I?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and fear. "You're at the hospital, sweetie," Karen replied, voice gentle and soothing. "You had hit your head on the cash register at the Krabby Krab." Karen said, her voice shaking slightly. "Mr. Krabs hit you." Plankton blinked rapidly, trying to process her words. "Cash... register?" he murmured, voice sounding distant and confused. Karen nodded, her eyes never leaving his. The room was a cacophony of sounds: the beep of the monitor, the rustle of nurses' shoes, and the distant wail of a siren. Plankton's senses seemed to amplify, each noise stabbing at his brain like a thousand tiny needles. "What happened to me?" he asked, voice small and scared. Karen took a deep breath preparing herself to explain the gravity of the situation. "You hit your head," she began, "and now, the doctor says you have... acquired a neurodisability." Plankton stared at her, his eyes unfocused. "Neuro... what?" he repeated. Karen took a deep breath, her heart heavy. "It's like your brain is wired differently now. You might see things, hear things, feel things more intensely. And sometimes, you might not understand people, or process differently." "Does it... does it mean I'm broken?" he asked, voice barely a whisper. "No, Plankton," she said firmly, "You're not broken. You're just... different. And we'll figure this out together."
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A LIFE OF DIVERSITY ii (Autistic author) The drive back to the Chum Bucket was quiet, the only sound the hum of the car engine and the occasional splash of a jellyfish passing by. Karen gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white with tension. She glanced over at Plankton in the passenger seat, his eye glazed over and staring out the window. "You ok?" she asked tentatively. Plankton nodded, his gaze still fixed outside the car window. "Everything looks the same, but feeling... different." "You're going to be ok," she said. "We'll get through this." By the time Karen pulls up in the driveway, Plankton had fallen asleep, his head lolling against the car window. She gently lifts him out of the car and carries him into their bedroom, laying him down with care. As she watches him sleep, she whispers, "We'll get through this." The next day dawns with the promise of a new challenge. Karen wakes up to the sight of Plankton, obsessing with the pattern of the floor tiles. "You ok?" Karen asked, voice soft. Plankton looked up, his gaze slightly unfocused. "The floor," he said, his voice still quiet. "What, the floor?" Karen asked. "The floor," Plankton repeated. "What about it?" Karen asked. Plankton's gaze remained fixed on the tiles. "Plankton not same, Plankton different," he murmured. Karen sat down beside him. "How are you feeling?" "Plankton feel... weird," he said, antennae drooping slightly. "Things to loud. Things to bright." He paused, looking at her with a flicker of his old mischief. "But Plankton still love Krabby Patty." Karen couldn't help but chuckle through tears. "I know you do, sweetie," she said, her voice warm with love. "But maybe it's time we focus on something else for a while." Plankton nodded slowly, gaze still on the floor. "Plankton... try," he murmured, fidgeting nervously. "Do you want for breakfast, Plankton?" Plankton's eye didn't leave the floor. Karen tries asking again. "Does Plankton wanna eat?" Plankton nods, his gaze finally shifting from the floor to meet hers. "Hungry," he said, his voice monotone and detached. Karen sighs and heads to the kitchen. She could feel the weight of the new reality settling on her shoulders, but she was determined to make things work. As she flipped through the recipe book, Plankton's voice, distant yet clear, floated through the air. "Plankton... Plankton different," he said to himself, gaze still locked onto the floor. Karen knew he was trying to process his new sense of self. "Plankton still smart," he murmured, as if reassuring himself. "But Plankton... not same." He paused, tiny body trembling slightly. "Plankton think to loud. Plankton hear to much." The world had become a symphony of overwhelming stimuli, each sound and light a crescendo that pounded against his newfound sensitivity. Karen looked up from her cooking with empathy. "It's ok Plankton," she said gently. "We'll learn to adapt. Maybe we can make some changes around here to help you feel more comfortable." Plankton nodded, but doubt remained. "Plankton... not know," he said, his voice filled with uncertainty. "What if Plankton mess up?" Karen set the frying pan aside and knelt down beside him, taking his hands in hers. "You won't," she said firmly. "We'll face this together. I'll always be here to help you, no matter what." Plankton nodded, his gaze finally shifting from the floor to meet hers. "Thank Karen," he said, voice a little clearer. "The chumbalaya is ready." She says, serving him his favorite chum dish. Plankton looks up from the floor, his gaze lingering on the plate before him. "Plankton eat now?" he asks, his voice still distant. "Yes, sweetie," Karen says with a smile, pushing the plate closer to him. "Eat your breakfast." "Eat breakfast," Plankton parrots back, his tone flat. He picks up a spoon and stares at it, his hand shaking slightly. The simple task of bringing it to his mouth seems daunting under the weight of his new reality. Karen's smile falters a little but she keeps the conversation going. "It's a beautiful day out side, Plankton. Would you like to go for a walk?" "Walk outside," Plankton repeats echoing the monotone rhythm of hers. He stands up, his movements stiff and deliberate as if he's not quite sure of his body's new limitations. "Oh I meant after finishing breakfast," Karen says. "Walk after breakfast," Plankton echoes. Karen nods encouragingly. "Yes, after you eat." She watches as he carefully brings the spoon to his mouth, his movements tentative and slow. Each bite is a victory, a declaration of normalcy in a world that had suddenly become any thing but. "Good boy," she says, voice filled with pride. Plankton looks up, his eye searching hers. "Good boy," he repeats, his voice a mirror of hers, but the words don't quite fit. Karen noticed how he just repeated the phrase she's said. It's called echolalia, a trait often seen in those with autism, and it's something they're going to have to navigate together. She decides to keep her words positive and encouraging, hoping it'll help him feel more at ease. "Yes, let's go for a walk," she confirms. They step outside into the vibrant world of Bikini Bottom, and they start their slow stroll down the boardwalk. The sun was shining, casting a warm glow over the coral reefs and the colorful fish swimming by. The smell of the ocean was a soothing balm to Karen's frayed nerves, and she hoped it would have the same effect on Plankton. He walked beside her, his steps halting and unsure, his antennae twitching at every new sound. As they approached the boardwalk, they saw a familiar figure in the distance. "Look, Plankton," Karen said, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation, "it's SpongeBob." Plankton's antennae shot up, and his eye widened. "Sponge... Bob," he murmured, recognizing him. Karen took a deep breath and tightened her grip on Plankton's hand. She knew SpongeBob had a heart of gold, but she also knew he could be potentially overwhelming. As they approached, Sponge Bob spotted them and waved enthusiastically. "Hi, Karen! Hi, Plankton!" His voice was a welcome sound in the quiet morning and Karen braced herself for whatever would come next. "Hi, Sponge Bob," she says. Sponge Bob's face lit up. "Oh boy, Plankton! What's shakin'?" Plankton stiffened, antennae quivering as he tried to process the sudden influx of sensory input. "Sponge Bob," he said slowly, his voice measured and careful. "Plankton... walk." Sponge Bob looked from Karen to Plankton, his expression growing concerned. "Is everything ok, Plankton?" he asked, eyes full of genuine care. "You seem a bit... off your game to day." Plankton stared at him, composing response. "Walk," Plankton repeated. "Plankton walk." Sponge Bob looked confused but nodded, his eyes filled with concern. "Ok Plankton," he said gently. "Would you like to walk with me?" Plankton's antennae twitched and he nodded. "Walk with Sponge Bob," he agreed, his voice still monotone. Sponge Bob took Plankton's other hand, and together, the three of them began their leisurely stroll along the boardwalk.
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A LIFE OF DIVERSITY v (Autistic author) The door to the Chum Bucket creaked open, and Patrick Star waddled in, a quizzical expression on his face as he took in the scene before him. "What's with the library vibe?" he asked looking from the book-laden table to Plankton's intense gaze. Plankton looked up from the book, antennae stilling for a brief moment before he resumed his recitation of pi. "Pi, 3.14159265358979323846..." Patrick's eyes grew wide as he took in Plankton's intense focus and the unwavering rhythm of his voice. "Plankton, buddy, what's got you in such a tizzy?" he asked, his usual lazy drawl replaced with curiosity. Plankton's antennae twitched as he broke from recitation. Patrick looked at Plankton with genuine curiosity. "Patrick," Plankton said, his voice flat but his antennae twitching slightly. "Jellyfish club." Patrick blinked, his star-shaped pupils dilating in surprise. "Jellyfish club?" he echoed, his voice rising an octave. Karen nodded. "Yes, we were just talking about starting a jellyfish club," she explained, gesturing to the book. "Since Plankton's really interested in them now." Patrick looked from Karen to Plankton, then back again. "But Plankton, jellyfish sting," he said, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Jellyfish sting," Plankton agreed, his voice still monotone. "But Plankton have plan. Jellyfish in jar." Patrick's eyebrows shot up. "Jellyfish in a jar? What's the point of that, buddy?" "Safe jellyfish," he murmured, his voice tight. "What's that supposed to mean, Plankton?" Patrick asked. "Mean jellyfish safe," he said, his voice a little less monotone. "In jar." Patrick chuckled, mistaking Plankton's seriousness for a joke. "Yeah, right, Plankton. You're not seriously gonna start a jellyfish club, are you?" The room's atmosphere shifted, and Plankton's antennae drooped slightly. "Why not?" he asked, his voice devoid of its earlier excitement. Patrick's chuckles died in his throat as he realized Plankton wasn't joking. "Well, I didn't mean to laugh," he said, his voice tinged with awkwardness. "It's just, jellyfish are kind of... boring, don't you think?" Plankton's antennae stiffened, and he closed the book with a thud. "Boring?" he echoed, his voice devoid of its previous enthusiasm. "It's just... jellyfish aren't exactly the most exciting creatures," Patrick said, trying to recover from his faux pas. "They just float around, right?" The room went quiet as Plankton's antennae drooped further, and he stared at Patrick, his eye unblinking. "Boring," he murmured, his voice a mix of hurt and disappointment. Patrick, not realizing the depth of Plankton's newfound interest continued, "I mean, come on, Plankton. There's more to life than jellyfish." Plankton's antennae stiffened, and he looked at Patrick with a mix of confusion and hurt. "Boring?" he echoed, his voice monotone yet filled with a hint of challenge. "Well, yeah," Patrick said, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean jellyfish are for tourists and little kids, right?" The words hung in the air like a thick fog, and the room grew tense as Plankton's antennae quivered with a mix of anger and hurt. "Patrick, maybe that wasn't the best thing to say," Karen said, her voice a gentle warning. But Patrick, oblivious to the tension building in the room, shrugged again. "I'm just saying, jellyfish aren't exactly the coolest things in the ocean, Plankton," he said, his voice still filled with cheerfulness. "Why don't you jus-" Plankton's antennae shot up, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Jellyfish cool," he said, his voice a monotone, but with a hint of steel. "Oh, come on, Plankton," Patrick said, waving a dismissive hand. "You're smarter than this. Why waste your time with jellyfish?" "Jellyfish interesting. Plankton like jellyfish." Karen stepped in, trying to smooth things over. "Patrick, Plankton's just found something that he really enjoys," she said. "We should support him in his new interest." But Patrick, still not grasping the gravity of the situation, chuckled. "Oh, Plankton, always so dramatic. It's just a phase. And you can't talk like that forever, right?" He then mimicked Plankton's flat tone saying, "Plankton wike jellyfish," which sent him into a fit of giggles. The room grew quiet as Plankton's antennae drooped, and a single tear formed at the corner of his eye, sliding down his face. "B-but, Plankton thought..." Plankton's voice broke as Patrick interrupts him again mimicking him. "B-but, Plankton thought," Patrick said, his voice a high-pitched parody of Plankton's monotone. "Jellyfish cool," he continued, his giggles echoing in the room. Plankton's antennae shot up. "Jellyfish cool," he repeated, his voice firm and unwavering. Patrick's giggles didn't stop, and he leaned closer to Sponge Bob, whispering, "Is he for real?" But Plankton's tears didn't fall in vain. The moment his sobs filled the room, the atmosphere shifted. Karen's with horror at the sight of her husband's pain, and she rushed over to him, wrapping around his tiny frame. "Plankton, no," she whispered, her voice filled with a motherly concern that was more powerful than any Krabby Patty recipe. Sponge Bob's expression grew solemn as he watched the scene unfold. He had never seen Plankton so vulnerable, so raw. The villain he knew was now a creature in pain, and his heart swelled with emotion. "Patrick, that's enough," she said, his voice firm. But the damage was done. Plankton's sobs grew louder, and he buried his face in Karen, his body trembling with the weight of his emotions. Karen glared at Patrick, her screen flashing with a fiery protectiveness that was uncharacteristic of her usual calm demeanor. "Patrick, you need to leave," she said, her voice a low hiss. "Now." Patrick, taken aback by the sudden shift in mood, backpedaled awkwardly. "But, I didn't mean to-" "Just go," Karen interrupted, her voice firm. "Outside. I'll talk to you in a moment." Patrick, still chuckling nervously, shuffled to the door. "But, I didn't mean to make him-" "Out!" Karen's voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. The urgency in her tone was clear, leaving no room for argument. Patrick, still looking confused, shrugged and waited outside.
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A LIFE OF DIVERSITY iv (Autistic author) Without missing a beat, Plankton starts rattling off a stream of facts. "Jellyfish are invertebrates," he says, his voice gaining speed and confidence. "They have no bones, no brains, but they have stinging cells called nematocysts." "Wow, Plankton, that's amazing," Sponge Bob says, eyes wide with wonder. "I didn't know that!" "Neither did I," Karen admits, a small smile playing. "You've always had a knack for science, but this is something else." Plankton nods, his excitement palpable. "Jellyfish have life cycle," he continues, his voice taking on the rhythm of a lecturer. "Start as polyps, then grow into medusae." Plankton's antennae twitch as he recites facts rapidly. "Jellyfish can have hundreds of stinging tentacles," he says, his voice gaining momentum. "And some species can even clone themselves. It's called strobilation!" he says, his eye glued to the book. His voice is monotone, but the enthusiasm is clear as he shares his newfound knowledge. "That's so cool, Plankton!" Sponge Bob exclaims. "I had no idea!" Plankton nods. "Jellyfish book," he says again, his voice still a monotone, but his tone is less flat. Karen and Sponge Bob share a hopeful look. Plankton's intense focus on jellyfish seems to be providing a small sense of comfort amidst the chaos of his new reality. "I think Plankton might just become the smartest jellyfish expert in Bikini Bottom," Karen says trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe one day we can go jellyfishing together," Sponge Bob says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Plankton's antennae quiver, and he nods, his gaze flicking to Sponge Bob before returning to the book. "Jellyfishing," he repeats. "But Plankton, remember jellyfishing can be dangerous if they sting" Karen says gently with concern. Plankton's antennae twitch. "Dangerous," he repeats, his eye still on the book. "Jellyfish sting, but Plankton have plan." He flips through the pages, stopping at an image of a jellyfish in a jar. "Jellyfish in jar," he says, tapping the picture. "Safe jellyfish." Karen and Sponge Bob exchange a look. "You wanna keep jellyfish in a jar, Plankton?" Sponge Bob asks, voice tentative. Plankton nods vigorously. "Jellyfish in jar, safe jellyfish," he says, his excitement palpable. Sponge Bob leans closer to the book, his curiosity piqued. "What else does the book say, Plankton?" Plankton starts reading off the index and page numbers, his voice a monotone yet steady stream of information. "Jellyfish page 12. Nematocysts, page 34. Jellyfish reproduction, page 67," he recites, his antennae twitching with each number. Sponge Bob leans in closer, fascinated by Plankton's sudden wealth of knowledge. "How do you remember all of that?" Plankton's antennae twitch slightly. "Good memory," he says, his voice still flat but with a hint of pride. "Plankton read book." Karen nods, her gaze soft. "Yes, you read the book," she says, her voice a gentle reminder. "You've learned so much about jellyfish." Plankton's antennae quiver with excitement as he flips through the pages. "Jellyfish book," he murmurs, his gaze alight with a passion that Karen hadn't seen in him since before the accident. "You know, Plankton," Sponge Bob says, leaning closer to the book. "Maybe we could start a jellyfish club. Just you, me, and Karen. We could learn all about them together." Plankton's antennae stand at attention at the idea. "Jellyfish club," he repeats, his voice a mix of excitement and skepticism. "With Karen and Sponge Bob?" "Yes," Karen says with a smile, her voice filled with hope. Plankton nods, his antennae moving with the rhythm of his thoughts. "Jellyfish club," he murmurs, the words rolling around in his head like a treasure found at the bottom of the sea. "Yea Plankton who knew, easy as pie!" "Pie?" he repeated, the word echoing in the room. "Pi, 3.14159265358979323846..." His voice grew in confidence as he recited the digits, his eye glazing over as he fell into a rhythm that seemed almost meditative. Karen and Sponge Bob stared at him in amazement as he rattled off the numbers, his monotone delivery a stark contrast to the awe in their expressions. "Plankton, that's incredible!" Karen exclaimed with astonishment. "Pi, yes," Plankton said unwavering. "Circle's ratio." Sponge Bob's eyes went wide. "How?" "Pi," Plankton began, his antennae quivering slightly as he found his rhythm. "The ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter. 3.14159265358979323846..." He recited the digits as if they were the most natural thing in the world, his voice steady and unwavering. Karen and Sponge Bob watched in amazement as Plankton's eye took on a faraway look, his focus solely on the mathematical constant that held the secrets of the universe's geometry. Karen couldn't help but smile at the sight of Plankton's newfound passion. "It's incredible how you can remember all of that," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "Remember pi," Plankton said, his antennae still quivering with excitement. "Easy for Plankton." "Wow, Plankton," Sponge Bob said, his eyes sparkling with amazement. "You're a math genius!" Plankton's antennae twitched slightly at the compliment.
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A LIFE OF DIVERSITY iii (Autistic author) "It's okay, Plankton," Sponge Bob said, his voice soothing. "We're just going for a walk. Nothing to worry about." The three of them walked in silence for a while, the only sounds the lapping of the waves and the occasional squawk of a seagull. Karen could feel the tension, and she wondered what was going on inside his head. As they neared the jellyfish fields Sponge Bob perked up. "Hey, Plankton, you remember jellyfishing right?" He asked, his tone hopeful. Plankton's antennae stopped the nervous twitching for a moment. "Jellyfishing," he murmured, the memory sparking a glimmer of interest. "Jellyfish sting." Sponge Bob's smile grew wider. "Yeah, but it's fun, right?" He said trying to keep the conversation light. Karen could see the effort in his eyes and felt a pang of guilt for ever thinking poorly of him. "Jellyfish... fun," Plankton repeated, his voice still flat. Sponge Bob looked at him, his smile fading slightly. "Yeah, jellyfishing's the best!" he said trying to keep the energy up. "Remember all the good times we had?" Plankton nodded, his gaze distant. "Good times," he echoed. Sponge Bob's smile faltered, and he shot a questioning glance at Karen. "Is everything ok with Plankton?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. Karen took and squeezed Plankton's hand. "Hold on, Sponge Bob," she said gently. "Plankton, can you find us a rock? A pretty sparkly rock." Plankton's gaze snapped to hers, and she could see the gears turning in his head. He nodded, his antennae tilting slightly. "Find rock," he said, before going in the familiar jellyfish fields. Sponge Bob watched him go, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Is Plankton ok Karen?" he asked. "He's just... different now," Karen said, voice tight with emotion. "He had an accident, and the doctor says he has acquired autism." Sponge Bob's eyes went wide. "Hey I think I have that, too! But what does that mean for Plankton?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. "It means he's going to need some help," Karen said, her voice calm and measured. "He'll still be the same Plankton we know, but his brain works differently now." Sponge Bob's eyes searched hers, trying to understand. "Different like how?" Karen took a deep breath. "Well, he might repeat what we say," she began, watching Plankton as he picked up rocks and examined them. "It's called echolalia. It's a way for him to process language now." Sponge Bob's eyes widened with understanding. "Oh, like a parrot!" he exclaimed, nodding. Karen chuckled, despite the heaviness of the situation. "Sort of," she said, "but it's more than just repeating words. It's how he processes information now." Sponge Bob watched Plankton, who had found a particularly shiny rock and was now examining it with intense focus. "What else, Karen?" he asked. Karen took a deep breath, trying to explain as best she could. "Sometimes, Plankton might need more time to understand what people are saying to him." Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes never leaving Plankton. "How might he act?" Karen sighed, looking at the ocean. "Well, sometimes he might get overwhelmed by sounds, lights, or even textures," she said. "It's like his senses are on overload. Although he'll have it for the rest of his life, he can potentially improve his skills. It happened yesterday, I don't think you were working but Krabs hit Plankton's head.." Sponge Bob's expression grew serious, and he nodded solemnly. "I'm really sorry to hear that, Karen," he said, his eyes filled with genuine empathy. "Plankton's always been pretty tough, but I won't let Mr. Krabs know." Plankton returned with the sparkly rock, his gaze still a bit unfocused. "Pretty rock," he said, holding it out to Karen. Karen took the rock. "Thank you, Plankton," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "Good find," Sponge Bob added, giving him an encouraging thumbs-up. The walk continued, yet a distant wail of a boat's horn created a symphony that seemed to overwhelm him. He stopped, his antennae flattening against his head, his eye wide with distress. "Too loud," he murmured, his voice strained. Karen noticed Plankton's agitation. They guided him to a nearby bench, and he sat, his arms wrapped tightly around himself, rocking back and forth. "It's okay, Plankton," she soothed, her voice calm. "Just breathe, darling." Plankton's gaze remained fixed on the horizon, his antennae quivering. "What's wrong, Plankton?" SpongeBob asked, voice filled with concern. Plankton didn't respond, his eye squeezed shut as he hummed a tune to himself. Karen and Sponge Bob sat beside him, giving him space and waiting for the overwhelming sound to pass. After a few moments, the boat's horn ceased and Plankton's breathing began to even out. He looks up, gaze still slightly unfocused. "Plankton ok now?" Sponge Bob asked, his voice gentle. Karen nodded. "I think so," she said, watching Plankton's antennae slowly untangle from their protective pose. "Sounds can be really intense for him now." Sponge Bob nodded solemnly. "We'll keep it down then," he said, his voice a whisper. Karen smiled gratefully at him. "Thank you, Sponge Bob," she said. "It means a lot." They sat for a few more moments, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore acting as a soothing lullaby for Plankton. Finally, he spoke up, his voice still flat. "Home now," he said, his eye still on the horizon. Karen nodded. "Alright, let's go home," she said, her voice gentle. "SpongeBob?" Plankton asks, wanting him to come with. Sponge Bob looks to Karen, who nods with a grateful smile. "We'd love for you to come, Sponge Bob," she says. "We can all help each other understand." Plankton's gaze immediately falls on a biology book that's been lying on the coffee table, half open to a page about jellyfish. His antennae start twitching rapidly, and he picks it up with a new found interest. "Look, Karen," he says, his voice filled with excitement as he points to a picture of a jellyfish. "Jellyfish." Karen nods. "Yes, Plankton," she says gently. "That's a jellyfish." Plankton opens the book wider, eye scanning the pages with a fervor that was almost palpable. His antennae quivered with excitement as he absorbed every piece of information he could find about jellyfish. It was as if he had found a new obsession, a puzzle to solve that could potentially drown out the cacophony of the world around him. "Jellyfish," he murmurs to himself, his eye scanning the text. "Jellyfish sting. Jellyfish pretty." Sponge Bob's curiosity peaks, and he leans over to look at the page Plankton is fixated on. "Jellyfish, huh?" He says, his voice soft so as not to disturb Plankton's focus. Karen nods. "It's like he's trying to make sense of everything again," she explains. "It's one of his special interests now." Sponge Bob nods. Karen watches as Plankton traces the outline of a jellyfish with his hand. "It's called hyper fixation," she explains. "It's when extremely focused on something to the point where it's almost all he can think about." Sponge Bob nods thoughtfully. "Well, Plankton I see you like the book of jellyfish?" Plankton nods, his antennae still quivering with excitement. "Jellyfish book," he murmurs, his eye never leaving the page. Sponge Bob nods, a smile spreading across his face. "I can see you really love jellyfish, Plankton," he says, trying to keep the conversation flowing.
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A LIFE OF DIVERSITY vii (Autistic author) "We're just going to do what you want. How about a trivia game?" Plankton's antennae perked up slightly at the mention of a game, his love for competition never truly forgotten. "Trivia," he echoed, his voice still monotone but with a hint of interest. "Yes, trivia," Karen said, stroking his back gently. "You can show us all how much you know." Plankton looked up at Patrick. "I'm sorry," Patrick said, voice sincere for once. "I didn't mean to make you cry." Plankton sniffled, his antennae twitching slightly. "Patrick mean," he murmured, his voice monotone yet filled with hurt. "I know, buddy," Sponge Bob said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "But he didn't know. Sometimes, Patrick doesn't think before he speaks." Patrick nodded, his eyes downcast. "I guess I'm not the best at understanding things," he mumbled. Sponge Bob leaned closer to Plankton. "Why don't we start our game now?" he suggested, his voice gentle. "We can play a game about random trivia. Does that sound okay?" Plankton nodded slowly, antennae still drooping. "Okay," he murmurs. They around the table, the jellyfish book open to a random page. Plankton's gaze remained fixed on it, his mind racing with facts and figures. Karen took a deep breath, her tentacles still tense from the confrontation with Patrick. "Alright, let's start with something easy," she suggested. "What's the scientific name for jellyfish?" Plankton's antennae shot up, his eye lighting up with excitement. "Jellyfish scientific name," he recited, "Cnidaria." "Cnidaria?" Sponge Bob repeated, his eyebrows shooting up. "That's right, Plankton!" Patrick looked at the book, then at Plankton, his eyes wide. "How do you know all this stuff?" Plankton's antennae wiggled slightly. "Plankton read book," he said, his voice monotone but with a hint of pride. "Patrick, I'll ask you a question," Sponge Bob said, his smile genuine. Patrick nodded, eager to make amends. "Shoot." Sponge Bob's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Okay, Patrick," he said, "What's the square root of 120?" Patrick's eyes widened, his brain scrambling. He took a deep breath and announced, "It's 12?" "No, Patrick," Plankton said, his voice a monotone but with a hint of amusement. "It's 10.190565... but Plankton rounds to 10." Patrick's face fell as he realized he'd been outsmarted. "Oh," he murmured. "Guess I should've studied more at boating school." "It's okay, Patrick," Karen said. Sponge Bob's eyes twinkled with encouragement. "Let's keep playing, Plankton," he said. "You're doing great." Plankton nodded, his antennae slightly less droopy. "Your turn, Plankton," Sponge Bob said. "What's something interesting about yourself?" Plankton paused, his antennae twitching as he searched for words. "Interesting?" he echoed. Sponge Bob nodded encouragingly. "Yes, something that makes you special or unique. Tell us all about Plankton." Plankton's antennae quivered as he thought. "Plankton... good at science," he said finally, his monotone voice revealing his pride. "Especially jellyfish." "That's fantastic, Plankton!" Karen exclaimed. Patrick nodded in agreement. "Yeah, buddy," he said, his voice still subdued. "You're a real jellyfish genius." Plankton's antennae twitched with a hint of satisfaction. "Jellyfish have 24 eyes," he said, his voice monotone yet filled with a newfound confidence. "But no brain." "What?" Patrick's eyes widened. "How can they see without a brain?" Plankton's antennae quivered with excitement as he began to elaborate. "Jellyfish have simple nervous system," he said, his voice still flat but gaining momentum. "Eyes detect light, not images. Help them avoid predators and find food." Sponge Bob's eyes grew wide with amazement. "Wow Plankton," he said. "That's so cool!" "Plankton born cycloptic one eye." Patrick's jaw dropped as he stared at Plankton. "That's... really cool," he murmured, his mind racing to keep up. Sponge Bob nodded eagerly. "Yeah, Plankton," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "Tell us more!" Plankton's antennae perked up at the genuine interest from his friends. "Plankton own Chum Bucket," he said, his voice monotone but proud. "Serve chum, best food in Bikini Bottom." Patrick's eyes lit up. "You're like a chef, Plankton! That's so cool!" But Plankton's gaze remained on the jellyfish book, his thoughts drifting. "Mr. Krabs," he murmured, his voice monotone yet filled with a hint of anger. "Has Krabby Patties.." Karen and Sponge Bob exchanged a glance, knowing the mention of Mr. Krabs. "Plankton," Karen began cautiously, "we don't have to talk about Krabby Patties if you don't want to." But Plankton's antennae shot up, his voice taking on a new, almost manic energy. "No, no," he murmured, his monotone cracking. "Mr. Krabs. Krabby Patties. Plankton's purpose." Sponge Bob's smile faltered, the mention of Krabby Patties bringing back memories of their long-standing rivalry. "Plankton," he said gently, "you don't have to steal Krabby Patties anymore. You have jellyfish now." But Plankton's antennae quivered with a strange intensity. "Krabs," he murmured, his monotone voice filled with a newfound urgency. "Gave Plankton brain damage. Accident," Plankton murmured, his voice low. "Mr. Krabs... Krabby Patty... Plankton's brain... changed." Sponge Bob's smile faded, his heart sinking as he realized the gravity of the situation. "Plankton," he said, his voice filled sadness. But Plankton didn't seem to hear him, lost in his own thoughts. "Plankton not same," he murmured. "But jellyfish... jellyfish make Plankton happy." Karen's eyes filled with understanding. "It's ok, Plankton," she said, her voice soothing. "You can still have a purpose. Maybe not with Krabby Patties, but with jellyfish." Plankton's antennae quivered as he repeated her words back to her. "Purpose with jellyfish," he murmured. "Yes, Plankton," Karen said, her tentacles stroking his back gently. "Your purpose can be whatever makes you happy." "Happy," Plankton echoed, his antennae twitching as he repeated her word. "Yes, happy," Karen said, her voice soothing. "We're here to support you, Plankton." "Support Plankton," he echoed, his antennae drooping slightly. "But Krabs... Plankton's enemy." Karen's eyes searched Plankton's, her own filled with a gentle warmth. "Mr. Krabs doesn't have to be your enemy anymore," she said, her tone soothing. "You can find joy in other things." "Other things," Plankton echoed, his antennae still. "Yes," Karen said, her tentacles waving gently. "Like jellyfish. You can focus on learning about them and sharing your knowledge with others." "Share knowledge," Plankton repeated, his antennae quivering with curiosity. "Exactly," Karen said, her tentacles gesturing encouragingly. "You can start a jellyfish club, remember?" Plankton's antennae twitched as he processed her words. "Jellyfish club," he murmured. "Yeah, buddy," Sponge Bob said, his voice filled with excitement. "We can all join and learn together!" Plankton's antennae perked up slightly, and a glimmer of hope entered his eye. "Club," he murmured, his voice monotone but with a hint of excitement.
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A LIFE OF DIVERSITY vi (Autistic author) Plankton's sobs grew softer in Karen's embrace, his tiny body trembling with the weight of his emotions. "I-it's okay," Karen whispered, stroking his antennae gently. "You can like jellyfish all you want, sweetheart." Sponge Bob watched from a distance, his heart heavy. He had never seen Plankton like this, vulnerable and hurt. He knew the two of them had their differences, but this was different. Plankton's sobs grew quieter, but the pain didn't leave his eye. Karen held him tight, filled with a fiery determination. "Plankton," she whispered soothingly. "You don't have to change who you are because of this." He pulled away slightly, his antennae drooping as he looked at her. "But what if jellyfish are all Plankton good for?" he murmured, his voice still monotone but filled with a depth of emotion that tugged at Karen's heartstrings. "Plankton, you're more than just jellyfish," Karen said, voice firm yet gentle. "You're a smart, resourceful, and determined little creature. You've always been so much more than that." The room was still, the only sound was Plankton's sniffs. His antennae drooped, and he looked up at her, his single eye red and puffy from crying. "But Karen," he whispered, his voice monotone yet filled with emotion, "it's all Plankton know now." Karen's eyes shone with empathy. "That's not true, darling," she said, her voice soothing. "You're capable of so much more. We just have to figure out how to navigate this new world together." Sponge Bob hovered awkwardly, unsure of what to do. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he offered. Karen nodded, her tentacles tightening around Plankton. "Could you be with him while I admonish Patrick?" "Of course," Sponge Bob said, moving closer to Plankton. Plankton's antennae quivered slightly as he nodded. "I'll be right outside," Karen said, her voice gentle. Sponge Bob nodded, his gaze focused on Plankton's small trembling form. "I've got him," he said, his eyes filled with understanding and a newfound respect for the tiny creature before him. As Karen left to talk to Patrick Sponge Bob sat down beside Plankton, his own heart aching for his friend's pain. He knew that Plankton was going through a difficult time, and he wanted to be there for him. Meanwhile, outside the Chum Bucket, Karen found Patrick still standing there, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. "Patrick," she began, her voice sharp, "You need to understand something." Patrick looked at her with his usual vacant stare. "What's up, Karen?" "You have to understand, Patrick," she began, her voice tight with tension. "Plankton's... he's different now." Patrick's smile faded as he met Karen's stern gaze. "Different?" Karen sighed, trying to find the words. "Plankton's had an... accident," she said. "It's changed him." Patrick's eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean, changed?" Karen took a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain the complex situation in a way that would make sense to someone like Patrick. "Plankton's had a... a bump on the noggin," she said, her tentacles gesturing to her own head. "It's affected the way he thinks, the way he sees the world." Patrick's eyes widened in surprise. "Whoa, that's heavy, Karen," he said, his tone more serious than it had been in a long time. "Is he ok?" "Well, he's alive," Karen said, her voice tight with frustration. "But he's not the same, Patrick. He's... different." Patrick's smile faded as he took in her words, his eyes finally showing a glimmer of understanding. "What happened?" he asked, his tone serious for once. "It's complicated, Patrick," Karen said. "But the important thing is he's a new version of himself. So you can choose to be nice to him or just leave." Patrick's face fell, the gravity of the situation finally sinking in. "But I didn't know, Karen," he protested, his voice small. "How was I supposed to know?" "It's not about knowing, Patrick," Karen said, her voice firm. "It's about being a good friend. And if you can't do that, then maybe it's time for you to rethink what friendship really means." Patrick's expression grew contemplative. "But Karen," he began, his voice tentative, "what if Plankton's... you know, not right in the head anymore?" "Patrick, that's not funny," she snapped. "This isn't a game. This is real life. And Plankton's life has changed in ways you can't even begin to understand." Patrick looked down at his feet, his usual jovial expression replaced by one of contemplation. "I didn't mean to be a jerk," he mumbled. "I know you didn't mean to," Karen said, her tone softening slightly. "But you need to be more considerate." Patrick nodded, his cheeks flushing. "I'll be nicer," he promised, his eyes darting to the Chum Bucket door. "Good," Karen said firmly, then turned back to the Chum Bucket. She opened the door to find Plankton still on the floor, clutching the jellyfish book. His antennae perked up as she entered. Sponge Bob looked up, his expression a mix of sadness and determination. "I think he's okay." Plankton sniffled, his antennae drooping. "Jellyfish," he murmured, his voice a monotone whisper. Karen's expression softened as she saw the pain in his eye. "It's okay, Plankton," she said, her tentacles reaching out to comfort him. "You don't have to be anything other than who you are." Sponge Bob nodded in agreement. "You're still the same Plankton we know and love."
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A LIFE OF DIVERSITY ix (Autistic author) With newfound enthusiasm, Plankton began to organize the mini jellyfish in the box, his antennae quivering as he meticulously arranged them by species and size. Each figurine was carefully placed, his movements deliberate and precise. "Jellyfish... special," he murmured, his monotone voice filled with a hint of wonder. Sandy watched, her eyes shining with admiration. "You're really good at this," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "Good at jellyfish," Plankton murmured, antennae waving slightly with pride. "Plankton's special place." Sandy nodded, her tail swishing with excitement. "Yes," she said, her voice filled with encouragement. "You have a special place in the world, Plankton, and jellyfish are your thing." As Plankton continued to organize his new collection, his movements grew more animated, his antennae quivering with purpose. Each jellyfish was placed with such precision that it was as if they were living beings in a miniature ocean. His eye never left his task, his mind fully engrossed in the world of jellyfish. It was as if by organizing them, he was somehow bringing order to his own chaotic thoughts. "Plankton," Karen said softly, "I know this is a big change for you. But you know what? Maybe this is your chance to do something amazing with your life." Sandy nodded, her eyes shining. "Let's go outside." Plankton looked up from his box, his antennae twitching with excitement. "Outside?" "Yes, Plankton," Karen said, her smile warm. They made their way outside, with Plankton carrying his precious box of jellyfish figurines, his antennae quivering with excitement at the prospect of sharing his knowledge. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over Bikini Bottom as the trio strolled down the sidewalk. Their peaceful evening was abruptly interrupted when they rounded the corner to find Mr. Krabs, his eyes wide with surprise at the sight of Plankton in the company of Karen and Sandy. "What's all this?" he barked, voice gruff. Plankton's antennae drooped slightly, but he held his ground, his box of jellyfish figurines clutched tightly. "Mr. Krabs," he murmured, monotone voice cracking. Mr. Krabs squinted at Plankton, his claw resting on his chin. "Well, if it isn't the little troublemaker," he said with a gruff chuckle. "What brings you out of the Chum Bucket?" Karen's forced a smile. "We're just out for a little stroll Krabs," she said. "Plankton's found a new hobby." Mr. Krabs's eyes narrowed, curiosity piqued by the unusual sight of Plankton engaged in something other than his usual Krabby Patty obsession. "What kind of hobby?" he asks. Plankton's antennae quivered as he held up his box of jellyfish figurines. "Jellyfish," he murmured, his monotone voice filled with a hint of pride. Mr. Krabs's eyebrows shot up. "Jellyfish?" he repeated, his voice incredulous. "What's gotten into you, Plankton? You're not planning to use them for some crazy Krabby Patty scheme are you?" Plankton's antennae twitched, but he remained calm. "No, Mr. Krabs," he murmured, voice firm. "Plankton loves jellyfish." Mr. Krabs squinted at him, his claw tapping against his chin as he tried to process this new piece of information. "You love jellyfish?" he said, his voice filled with skepticism. "What's so special about jellyfish?" Plankton's antennae waved slightly as he thought about how to explain it. "Jellyfish... unique," he murmured. "Different. Like Plankton." Mr. Krabs's eyes narrowed. "Different, you say?" he repeated, his claw stroking his chin as he contemplated this revelation. "Well I'll be a barnacle's uncle. I never knew you had an interest in any thing but stealing me secret recipe." Karen stepped forward, her tentacles waving gently. "Mr. Krabs, when Plankton hit his head because of you and when I took him to the hospital, well let's just say things are a little different now." Mr. Krabs's eyes widened, his claw freezing mid-stroke. "Different? What do you mean, different?" Karen's tentacles waved in a calming gesture. "Plankton was diagnosed with autism after the incident with your cash register," she said gently. Mr. Krabs's eyes bulged, and his claws clutched at his chest dramatically. "Autism? What?" he bellowed. Sandy stepped forward, her voice firm and steady. "It's ok, Mr. Krabs," she said, her eyes on the crab. "It just means Plankton's brain works differently than ours. But he's still the same Plankton we know, and he's found something that makes him really happy." Mr. Krabs's eyes darting between Plankton and his box of jellyfish. "Well, I'll be a sea cucumber's uncle," he murmured, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. As they talked, a group of kids playing catch nearby accidentally bumped into Plankton, their laughter and shouts of excitement cutting through the air. In an instant, the delicate balance of jellyfish figurines was disrupted, and they spilled out of the box, scattered across the sidewalk. The children's ball rolled into the mix, coming to a stop. Plankton froze on the ground, antennae shooting straight up, eye unblinking as he stared at the chaos before him. The children looked up, their laughter fading as they took in the scene. "Plankton?" Karen's voice was gentle, but it was lost, mind racing as he tried to make sense of the sudden disarray. The children stared, their laughter dying in their throats as they saw the tiny plankton's distress. One brave soul reached out to help, but pulled back when Plankton didn't react. Karen and Sandy exchanged a worried glance. "Plankton?" Karen called again, her voice a little louder this time. The children watched, their curiosity piqued by the sight. One by one, they cautiously approached, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination. "What's wrong with him?" a young fish whispered to another, their eyes darting from Plankton to the scattered jellyfish figurines. "I think he's in shock," Krabs murmured, his own eyes filled with concern. "The disorganization of his jellyfish is really bothering him.." Sandy nodded, her eyes on the children. "Why don't you guys help Plankton?" she suggested. "You can put the jellyfish back in the box. Let's all put them back the way he had them!" The children looked at each other, then back at Plankton, who was still frozen on the ground. Slowly, they began to pick up the scattered figurines, their little hands moving with care as they tried to mimic the order Plankton had created. They whispered to each other, comparing notes and asking questions, their curiosity overcoming their initial fear. Karen watched them work, her tentacles relaxing slightly as she saw the concern in their eyes. "Good job," she murmured, her voice gentle. "You're all helping out." The children nodded, their eyes never leaving Plankton as they carefully placed each jellyfish back in the box. They worked in silence, their movements a mix of awe and caution. The sight of Plankton's intense focus on his jellyfish had left an impression on them, and they were determined to help him restore order to his miniature world. One by one, the jellyfish returned to their spots, each figure a silent testament to Plankton's knowledge and passion. The children looked at each other, then back at Plankton, who hadn't moved a muscle, still rigid, his eye unblinking. "Is he okay?" the bravest one asked, holding out a tentative fin. Plankton remained unmoving, his antennae quivering slightly. The children's gentle whispers and the soft patter of their flippers on the pavement was the only sound as they worked. The last jellyfish was placed back into the box, the figure of Burgessomedusa phasmiformis nestling into its spot among the others. The children held their breath, waiting for some sign from Plankton that he noticed their efforts. Slowly, Plankton's antennae lowered, and he blinked once, then twice. He looked down into the box, his eyes scanning the neat rows of jellyfish. The children watched as a slight smile graced his lips, and he let out a sigh of relief. The children beamed, their eyes shining with pride, stepping back to give him space. Mr. Krabs, still looking slightly stunned, took a tentative step forward. "Plankton?" he asked, his voice gruff but concerned. Plankton's antennae quivered slightly as he looked up, his one eye focusing on the crab. "Mr. Krabs," he murmured, his monotone voice still present but with a hint of warmth. Mr. Krabs's claw hovered over the box, unsure of what to say. "I had no idea Plankton," he murmured, his eyes on the meticulously organized jellyfish. "It's ok," Plankton said, his monotone voice tinged with sadness. "Mr. Krabs didn't know." Karen stepped in gently. "Krabs is just surprised," she explained. "He's never seen you like this before." Mr. Krabs nodded, his expression softening slightly. "That's right," he said, his voice no longer filled with anger. "I've never seen you so... focused on something other than Krabby Patties." "Jellyfish special," Plankton murmured, his antennae waving slightly. "I didn't mean to cause you brain damage, Plankton.." Mr. Krabs says. "It's okay," Plankton murmured, his antennae twitching slightly.
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A LIFE OF DIVERSITY x (Autistic author) "Jellyfish... help Plankton think." Mr. Krabs's eyes narrowed as he studied Plankton. "So, you're telling me that jellyfish... they help you?" Plankton nodded, his antennae waving slightly. "Yes, Mr. Krabs," he murmured. "They're... comforting." Mr. Krabs's expression softened, the realization of the depth of Plankton's connection to jellyfish dawning on him. "Well, in that case," he said, his voice gruff but kind, "maybe we can find a way to make peace. No more stealing, Plankton." Plankton's antennae quivered as he met Mr. Krabs's gaze. "No more stealing," he murmured, his voice firm. "Plankton loves jellyfish now." Mr. Krabs's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Loves jellyfish?" he repeated, his voice filled with skepticism. "You're giving up your life's work for these... blobs of jelly?" "It's a special interest," she explained. "It brings him comfort and helps him make sense of the world. And who knows, maybe it'll lead him to something amazing." Mr. Krabs's claw tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Well, if jellyfish are what you love, Plankton," he said slowly, "then I guess we can find a way to... coexist." Plankton's antennae perked up at the word, his monotone voice cracking with hope. "Coexist?" Mr. Krabs nodded, his expression uncharacteristically thoughtful. "Maybe," he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "But you've got to promise me no more stealing." "No more stealing," Plankton murmured, his antennae waving slightly. "Jellyfish... Plankton's friends now." Mr. Krabs studied him for a moment, then nodded. "Alright," he said gruffly. "But you've got to promise me something in return." "What?" Plankton's monotone voice was filled with caution. Mr. Krabs leaned in, his expression serious. "You gotta promise me, Plankton, that you'll keep on sharing this... this love for jellyfish," he said, the words strange and foreign in his mouth. "Maybe even teach others about 'em." Plankton nodded, his antennae quivering with excitement. "Teach," he murmured, his monotone voice cracking. "Plankton can do that." They had never seen Mr. Krabs and Plankton get along, let alone discuss something other than Krabby Patties. The atmosphere had shifted from tension to something almost... friendly. "Come on, Plankton," Karen urged gently. "Let's get you home." With a heavy heart, Plankton picked up his box of jellyfish, his antennae drooping slightly. "Home," he murmured. "Chum Bucket." Sandy and Karen exchanged glances, their expressions filled with hope and trepidation. But they also knew that with their support and understanding, he could find a new path, one that didn't involve stealing Krabby Patties or fighting with Krabs. The group walked back to the Chum Bucket. Once inside, Plankton carefully placed his jellyfish figurines on a shelf that he had cleared out earlier, his antennae quivering with satisfaction as he arranged them in a pattern that only he understood. The room was a stark contrast to its usual cluttered state, with everything in its place and the once-messy floor now a canvas of neatness. Karen watched. "What are you thinking Plankton?" she asked softly. "Chum Bucket," he murmured, his antennae waving slightly. "Home. Different now." Sandy looked around the tidy space, her eyes wide with amazement. "You've really turned this place around, Plankton," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. Plankton nodded, his antennae twitching slightly. "Needed... order," he murmured, his monotone voice filled with a hint of pride. "Jellyfish like order." The three of them sat down at a small table, the weight of their conversation lingering in the air like a fine mist. Karen reached out. "You know, Plankton," she began, "you don't have to hide anymore. You can be you, with your jellyfish and your quirks, and we'll all still be here for you." Plankton's antennae quivered, his eye blinking rapidly as he took in her words. "Be me?" he murmured, his voice filled with doubt. "Yes," Sandy said, her voice firm. "You're still you, Plankton. Autism is just a part of you, like how jellyfish are part of the ocean." Plankton studied them, his antennae still, processing their words. It was a lot to take in, but he felt a warmth spread through his tiny body. "You really mean it?" he murmured, his monotone voice cracking. Karen and Sandy nodded in unison. "We do," Karen assured. A LIFE OF DIVERSITY โ†’ THE LIFE OF UNITY (leads into the sequel if u like but make sure to read A LIFE OF DIVERSITY i - x first)
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THE LIFE OF UNITY i (A LIFE OF DIVERSITY โ†’ THE LIFE OF UNITY) (Autistic author; make sure to read A LIFE OF DIVERSITY i - x first!) Sheldon Plankton wasn't born with autism but acquired neurodisability after a theft gone wrong. Despite interacting differently he's still an intellectual scientist inventor. (A LIFE OF DIVERSITY โ†’ THE LIFE OF UNITY) It's perfect day for jellyfishing. SpongeBob, ever eager to help a friend, had been up early preparing the jellyfish nets. When he arrived at the Chum Bucket, he found Plankton reading about jellyfish, his antennae quivering. "Plankton, are you ready to go jellyfishing?" Sponge Bob's voice filled with excitement. Plankton looked up from his book. "Jellyfish fields?" he murmured, his one eye lighting up. "Yeah, jellyfish fields," Sponge Bob said with a grin. "It's going to be amazing. We're going to see jellyfish like never before!" Plankton carefully put his book away. "Let's go," he murmured, his monotone voice filled with an unusual sense of anticipation. As they arrived, the water grew clearer, revealing a breathtaking sight: a vast meadow of jellyfish, their gelatinous bodies pulsing gently in the current, their tentacles trailing like a ballet. Plankton took in the mesmerizing display. But, Sponge Bob's eyes widened in recognition. "Kevin!" he exclaimed. Kevin the sea cucumber, Sponge Bob's long-time rival, surfaced with a smirk. "What's going on here?" he sneered, eyes flicking between them "You guys playing jellyfish keep-away?" Plankton's antennae twitched, monotonous voice tight. "No," he murmured. "Plankton... jellyfish expert." Kevin's smirk grew wider. "Expert, huh?" he sneered. "I bet I know more about jellyfish than you ever will." Sponge Bob's eyes narrow. "Why don't we have a little trivia showdown?" He suggested. "Just a friendly competition to see who knows more." Kevin's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "You're on," he says cracking his knuckles. "But if I win, you leave the jellyfish fields and don't come back." Plankton's antennae quivered slightly, but his eye remained focused on the sea cucumber. "If wins," he murmured steady, "Kevin leaves. And brings jellyfish back to Chum Bucket." Kevin's grin faltered, but he quickly regained his composure. "Fine," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "But if I win you both leave and never come back to these fields." The stakes were set. "Alright, let's get started," Kevin said, his smugness palpable. "First question: What is the scientific name for the jellyfish you're so fond of, Plankton?" Plankton's antennae twitched as he thought for a moment. "Medusozoa," he murmured with certainty. Kevin's smirk faltered, his confidence visibly shaking. "What? How do you even know that?" Plankton's antennae quivered slightly as he replied, "Jellyfish," his monotone voice calm. "Plankton studied." Kevin scoffed. "Fine, then what's the most venomous jellyfish in the sea?" Without missing a beat, Plankton murmured, "Chironex fleckeri." Kevin laughs. "Wrong; it's a Box Jelly!" But Plankton's antennae don't waver. "Chironex fleckeri," he repeats, his monotone voice unshaken. "Box jellyfish, Kevin. Chironex fleckeri." Kevin's eyes widen in surprise, his smugness dissipating. "Alright, show off," he stammers, visibly thrown off his game. "But you don't know this one: What's jellyfish can grow up to 16 inches in diameter?" Plankton's antennae wiggle slightly as he considers the question. "Moon jellyfish," he murmurs unshaken. "Aurelia aurita." Kevin's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his grin faltering. "What? That's... that's right," he admits, his voice trailing off. "Good job, Plankton," SpongeBob cheers. Kevin's smirk turns into a grimace as he tries to regain his footing. "Alright, fine," he says through gritted teeth. "But I've got one more question that'll stump you for sure." Plankton's antennae wiggle slightly, his one eye focused intently on the sea cucumber. "Go on," he murmurs, his monotone voice filled with quiet confidence. Kevin's eyes narrow, his mind racing for the ultimate question to outsmart Plankton. "Ok then," he says, his voice dripping with challenge. "What's the most rare jellyfish species known to Bikini Bottom?" Plankton's antennae twitch as he thinks, his monotone voice measured. "The Bikini Bottom Glowing Jellyfish," he murmurs. "It's not rare everywhere, but here, yes." Kevin's grin fades into a scowl. "Fine," he says, his voice tight. "What's the average lifespan of a jellyfish?" Plankton's antennae quiver as he considers the question. "Depends on species," he murmurs, his monotone voice unwavering. "Some live weeks, others years." Kevin's smugness returns, his grin stretching wide. "Ah, but I'm not talking about any jellyfish," he says, eyes gleaming. "I'm talking about the Jellyfish of Legend, the one that even SpongeBob can't catch. What's the average lifespan of that one?" Plankton's antennae quiver slightly, eye narrowing in thought. "Rare. Long lifespan." Kevin's smug expression wavers as he realizes Plankton might actually know the answer. "You're bluffing," he accuses, his voice rising. "There's no way you know that!" But Plankton's antennae continue to quiver as he murmurs, "The average lifespan of a type jellyfish known as Turritopsis dohrnii is... indefinite." Kevin's eyes widen in shock, smugness evaporating. "What? That's impossible!" But Plankton's antennae keep quivering with confidence. "Immortal jellyfish," he murmurs. "Turritopsis dohrnii." Kevin's smugness turns to astonishment. "But that's not possible!" he stammers, his bravado slipping away. "No jellyfish can live forever!" Plankton's antennae wiggle slightly as he calmly explains, "Turritopsis dohrnii," his monotone voice unshaken. "It's unique. Can revert to polyp stage, start life cycle again." Kevin stammers, his usual bravado gone. "But... but?" "Plankton studied," Plankton murmurs, his antennae waving slightly. "Jellyfish... interesting." SpongeBob steps forward, eyes glinting with excitement. "I've got one," he says, turning to Kevin. "What's the main diet of jellyfish?" Kevin snorts. "Phytoplankton," Kevin says with glee. "And zooplankton, like your little friend here. Some times other jellyfish." But Plankton's antennae quiver with excitement. "Kevin wrong," he murmurs. "Jellyfish eat... everything." Kevin's smirk falters. "What do you mean?" he asks, his voice wary. Plankton's antennae wave slightly as he elaborates. "Jellyfish diet... diverse," he murmurs. "Phytoplankton, zooplankton, even small fish and shrimp. Some, yes, eat other jellyfish. But not all." Kevin's grin turns into a scowl. "That's what I just said!" "But you didn't say everything," Plankton murmurs, his monotone voice filled with a hint of satisfaction. "Jellyfish... adaptable." Kevin's confidence is visibly shaken, his smugness gone. "Fine," he grumbles. "But I bet you don't know their natural predators." Plankton's antennae wiggle slightly. "Natural predators," he murmurs. "Turtles, some fish, sea anemones." Kevin's scoff turns into a growl. "Turtles, sure," he says, his voice mocking. "But what about the big bad..." "Leatherback sea turtles," Plankton murmurs, his antennae quivering slightly. "They love jellyfish." Kevin's smirk fades, his bravado slipping away like sea foam on the shore. "Fine," he says, his voice tight. "What's the most... I don't know, the most useless jellyfish fact you know?" Plankton's antennae quiver slightly as he murmurs, "Usefulness... subjective." His monotone voice is calm, unruffled by the challenge. Kevin's scowl deepens. "Alright, then," he says, his voice tight with frustration. "But surely you don't know this one: What's the jellyfish that's immune to its own venom?" Plankton's antennae twitch, his monotone voice unfazed. "Turritopsis nutricula," he murmurs. "Immune to own sting." Kevin's eyes narrow. "Alright, then," he says, his voice tight with frustration. "What's the most bizarre jellyfish fact you can think of?" Plankton's antennae quiver slightly, his monotone voice contemplative. "Bizarre," he murmurs. "Some jellyfish have bioluminescent glow." Kevin's eyes light up with a spark of hope. "That's it," he says, voice smug. "Everyone knows that. I've got a better one: jellyfish don't have brains, just nerve nets. So, what's the point of all this studying?" Plankton's antennae quiver as he considers the question, his monotone voice calm. "Jellyfish," he murmurs, "have complex behaviors. Complex. Have nerve nets. Plankton studied. Brain not necessary for intelligence."
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A LIFE OF DIVERSITY viii (Autistic author) After SpongeBob and Patrick left Plankton settled for his usual movie night. Karen took this time to call Sandy, her best friend, a gal pal. "Sandy, it's Karen," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I need to talk to you about something." On the other end of the line, Sandy's voice was warm and concerned. "Howdy! What's going on Karen?" "It's Plankton," Karen began. "He's... changed." Sandy's voice grew serious. "What happened Karen?" "Plankton had an accident," she said, her voice shaking. "He hit his head and... well, the doctors say he has autism now, and I thought I'd let you know." Sandy's voice was calm and understanding. "Oh Karen," she said. "I'm so sorry to hear that. How's he handling it?" Karen sighed heavily. "It's been... a lot," she admitted. "He's so focused on jellyfish now, and it's like nothing else matters. It's his whole world." "Wow, that's quite a change," Sandy said, her voice filled with empathy. "How's he been with social interactions?" "Well, that's the thing," she said. "He's been... different. Sometimes, it's like he's in his own little world. And other times, like with Patrick, he's just... really sensitive." "Patrick?" Sandy's voice was incredulous. "Patrick made fun of him?" "Well, not exactly. He just didn't understand," she explained. "He said jellyfish were boring, and it really hurt Plankton's feelings. The neurodivergence is irreversible, and he's still Plankton." Sandy's voice was filled with understanding. "But it sounds like he's found something that brings him a lot of joy." "Yeah," Karen agreed, her tentacles relaxing slightly. "But it's hard to watch him struggle, you know?" Sandy's voice was gentle. "I can imagine, Karen. But remember he's still the same Plankton at heart." The next day, Sandy arrived at the Chum Bucket, her burly squirrel arms holding a treasure trove of various miniature jellyfish figurines. She'd spent hours scouring the deepest parts of the ocean for the rarest and most detailed jellyfish models she could find. "Hi, Karen!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. Karen's eyes lit up at the sight of her friend. "Sandy, what's all this?" she asked, her tentacles waving in curiosity. "I heard about Plankton's newfound love for jellyfish," Sandy said with a grin, her cheeks red with the excitement of her discovery. "And I thought these might help him feel more connected. Where is he?" Sandy comes in. Plankton's sitting in the corner, his jellyfish book open on the floor in front of him, surrounded by a sea of scribbled notes and diagrams. His gaze didn't leave the page, but his posture straightened at the sound of a new presence in the room. "Plankton," Karen called gently, "Look who's here!" Plankton's antennae shot up as he looked over at Sandy, his eye widening at the sight of a box. "These are for you," Sandy said, setting the box down in front of him. Plankton's antennae quivered with excitement as he looked up, his monotone voice cracking slightly. "For Plankton?" Sandy nodded, her smile genuine. "I thought they might make you happy," she said, her voice gentle. "They're all different types of jellyfish. Each is unique and special, just like you." Plankton's antennae twitched with excitement as he reached for the box, his eye scanning its contents. "Jellyfish," he murmured, his monotone voice filled with wonder. "Thanks" Sandy watched as Plankton carefully removed each figurine, his eye lighting up with each new discovery. "You're welcome," she said, her voice warm. "I wanted to do something to support you in your newfound passion." Plankton's antennae quivered with excitement as he examined each jellyfish. "These are... amazing," he murmured, his monotone voice filled with awe. Sandy chuckled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I'm so glad you like them," she said, watching him closely. "They're from all over the ocean. Some of them are pretty rare." Plankton's antennae quivered with excitement as he examined each figure. "Rare," he murmured, his monotone voice filled with a new found enthusiasm. "Rare jellyfish." Sandy nodded, her eyes bright. "Yeah, some of them are," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "Do you have a favorite type?" Plankton's antennae twitched as he thought. "Turritopsis dohrnii," he murmured. "The immortal jellyfish. It can revert back to its polyp stage and start its life cycle again." Sandy's eyes widened. "Wow, Plankton," she said, impressed. "That's really cool." Plankton looked up from the box, his antennae waving slightly. "You know jellyfish?" he asked, his voice monotone yet filled with hope. Sandy nodded, her eyes shining. "A bit," she said, her tail swishing with excitement. "But I'd love to learn more from an expert like you." Plankton's antennae quivered with a hint of pride. "Expert," he murmured, his monotone voice cracking slightly. Sandy sat down next to him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Tell me more about them," she urged, her voice gentle. Plankton's antennae perked up, and he began to speak with a newfound energy. "Turritopsis dohrnii," he recited, his monotone voice cracking with excitement. "It's a jellyfish that can live forever. If it's injured or stressed, it goes back to being a polyp. It's like a rebirth." Sandy leaned closer, her eyes wide with fascination. "Really?" she said, her voice filled with wonder. "That's incredible!" Plankton's antennae quivered with excitement. "Yes," he murmured, his monotone voice growing more animated. "Immortal jellyfish can survive forever. Plankton read in book." Sandy's eyes grew wide with amazement. "That's so fascinating, Plankton," she said, her voice filled with genuine interest. "How do they do that?" Plankton's antennae quivered with excitement. "When Turritopsis dohrnii is hurt, it goes back to polyp," he said, holding up a tiny figurine of the species. "Polyp is like jellyfish baby, but it's not baby. It's just jellyfish in different shape." Sandy nodded, her eyes glued to the miniature figures as Plankton spoke. "That's so amazing," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "I've never heard of anything like that before." "Jellyfish are fascinating," Plankton murmured, his antennae waving slightly as he picked up another figurine. "This one," he said, holding up a mini model of a clear jellyfish, "is called a Burgessomedusa phasmiformis." Sandy's eyes lit up. "It's like a ghost jellyfish," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "I've read about these!" "Yes," Plankton murmured, his monotone voice cracking with pride. "They're very rare and very beautiful." Sandy nodded, her eyes shining. "They are," she agreed, reaching for one of the figurines. "How did you learn so much about jellyfish?" Plankton's antennae twitched slightly as he paused in his examination of the ghostly jellyfish. "Plankton read book," he murmured. Sandy nodded, her eyes still on the delicate figurine. "What else?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. Plankton's antennae quivered as he searched his memory. "Book say... that jellyfish are ancient creatures, with some species over 500 million years old." Sandy's eyes grew wide with amazement. "Wow, Plankton," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "You really know your stuff. Can I ask a question?" Plankton nodded, his antennae twitching with excitement. "Question," he murmured. Sandy took a deep breath, her eyes on the book. "What was the accident, Plankton?" she asked gently. "How did you hit your head?" Plankton's antennae drooped slightly, the excitement draining from his voice. "Krabs," he murmured, his monotone cracking. "Mr. Krabs. Angry." "What happened, Plankton?" Plankton's antennae twitched as he looked up at Sandy, his eye wide with the memory. "Mr. Krabs," he murmured, his monotone voice filled with a sudden urgency. "Mr. Krabs slammed cash register on Plankton's head, then Plankton woke up in hospital." Sandy's smile faltered, her eyes filled with concern. "Oh Plankton," she said, her voice gentle. "Woke up," he murmured. "In hospital. Everything different." Karen looked at him, her expression gentle. "What do you remember?" Plankton paused, antennae quivering as he tried to piece together the jumbled memories. "Car," he murmured finally. "Long ride." "The hospital," Karen said, stroking his back gently. "You were in a hospital for a bit after the accident." Plankton's antennae twitched as he nodded, his monotone voice cracking. "Yes, hospital," he murmured. "Doctors talked, but Plankton didn't understand." Sandy leaned in, her eyes filled with sympathy. "They told you about your autism?" she asked softly. Plankton nodded, his antennae drooping. "Karen said it's why Plankton thinks differently," he murmured. Sandy nodded, her eyes filled with empathy. "It's okay to think differently, Plankton," she said. Plankton's antennae twitched slightly. "Different," he murmured, his monotone voice filled with a hint of confusion. "But... Plankton good at jellyfish." Sandy nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "You are," she said, her voice firm. "And that's something amazing. Your brain works in ways that let you understand jellyfish better than anyone else." Plankton looked at her, his antennae perking up slightly. "Better than anyone?" he asked, his monotone voice filled with a hint of doubt. "Absolutely," Sandy said, her voice firm.
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แต‚แตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แดพสณแตƒโฟแต โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ "แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก สฐแตƒหขโฟ'แต— สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แต˜หข สทโฑแต—สฐ แต–สณแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’สธหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰!" แต€สฐแต‰ แดณแตƒหก แดพแตƒหกหข สทแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แตโฑสณหกหข โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง "แดต'แตˆ หกแต’แต›แต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แต–แตƒสณแต— โฑโฟ แต–สณแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต!" แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แดพแต‰แตƒสณหกโ€ง "แดดแต’สท แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข?" แต€สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒโฟแถœสฐแต’สณ หขสฐแตƒแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€ง "แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง "แดผสฐ สฐแต‰สธ แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ !" "แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โธด สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต’สณแตแต’แต—!" "แดดแต˜สฐ?" "แดฌแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต’แต˜สณ แตˆแตƒแต—แต‰ แต—แต’โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆ แต—แต’ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰! แดต'แต แตแต’โฑโฟแต สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒหก แต–แตƒหกหขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'แต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ แต–สณแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ!" แต€สฐแต‰สธ หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดผสฐ!" "แดต'หกหก แถœแตƒหกหก แดฎสณแตƒโฟ แถ หกแต’แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหข แถ สณแต’แต แตแตƒแต—สฐ แถœหกแตƒหขหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แตแต’แต— แต’แต˜แต— สฐแต‰สณ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แตˆโฑแตƒหก สฐโฑหข โฟแต˜แตแต‡แต‰สณโ€ง "แดฐโฑแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐ แต’แต˜สณ สฐแต’แตแต‰สทแต’สณแต?" "แดต แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แตƒโฟสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต สฒแต˜หขแต— แต–สณแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜!" แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก หขแตƒโฑแตˆ สฐแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒ แตแต’สณแต‰ แต‡โฑแตแตแต‰สณ แต–สณแตƒโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สทแต‰ หกแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แต–สณแตƒโฟแต แต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แ”†แต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขโฟแต‰แตƒแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "แ”†สฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆ สทแต‰ แต–หกแตƒโฟ โฑโฟหขแต—แต‰แตƒแตˆ แต’แถ  สทโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต โฑแต—? แดต แตแต‰แตƒโฟ แตสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สทแต‰'แตˆ แต—สณโฑแถœแต สฐโฑแต แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต แดต'แต แตƒ แถœแต˜หขแต—แต’แตแต‰สณ!" แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แตแตƒแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— หขแต’ แต—สณแต˜หขแต—โฑโฟแตโธด หขแต’ โฑแต— โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆหข แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตˆแต’แต‰หข สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แตƒ แตโฑสณหกหข โฟโฑแตสฐแต—?" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ แถœแต˜แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต’แถ แถ  แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต แดต'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โธด หขแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แต‡แต‰แต— สฐแต‰'แตˆ หขแต‰แต‰ โฑแต— แถœแต’แตโฑโฟแต โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สฐโฑแต สณแต‰แตƒหก สทแต‰หกหกโธด แต‰หฃแถœแต‰แต–แต— สฐแต‰'หข แตƒแถ สณแตƒโฑแตˆ แต’แถ  แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต’แต‰หข หขแถœโฑแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แต‰หฃแต–แต‰สณโฑแตแต‰โฟแต—หข แตƒโฟแตˆ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต—แต’ แตแตƒโฑโฟ แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง" "แดดแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— สณแต‰แถœแต’แตโฟโฑหขแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ แต’แถ  แต˜หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆโฟ'แต— สทแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแต‰'หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต?" แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ  แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แตแต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง "แดผโฟแถœแต‰ สทแต‰ แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ โฑหขโธด สทแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†หกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰หข แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง "แดต แต–แต‰แต‰แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตสธ หขแต‰โฟหขแต’สณหข โฑโฟแตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰'หข แต˜แต–โป แ”†แต—แตƒโฑสณหข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆสณแต’แต’แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต’ หกแต‰แต—'หข หขแต‰แต‰โธด สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สทแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’?" "แต‚แต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’แถœแตหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถœแตƒหกแต‰โฟแตˆแตƒสณหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต หกโฑแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต‡แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แตƒ แถœหกแต’แถœแต แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ หขโฟแต‰แตƒแต โฑโฟ!" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แต‚แต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒแตสณแต‰แต‰ แต’โฟ แตƒ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แตˆ หขแตƒสธ โฟแต’แต’โฟ!" "แดบแต’แต’โฟ โฑแต— โฑหข แต—สฐแต‰โฟ!" "แต‚แต‰'หกหก แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒหกแต‰โฟแตˆแตƒสณหข แต—แต’ แถœสฐสณโฑหขแต—แตแตƒหข แตˆแตƒสธ!" แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต หกโฑแตแต‰ โฑแต—! สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’แถœแตหข แตˆแต’สทโฟหขแต—แตƒโฑสณหขโธด แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ ; แดต'หกหก แตˆแต’ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแต–แต–หกโฑแตƒโฟแถœแต‰หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต–แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตˆแตˆหกแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ หกโฑแถ แต—แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰แต แต˜แต–โธด แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตˆแต’ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แตˆแต‰หขโฑแตโฟแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แตƒหขแตหขโ€ง แ”†แต’ หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆสณแต’แต’แตโธด แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หก โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแตƒแตแต‰ โฟแต’โฑหขแต‰โ€ง แ”†หกแต’สทหกสธ แต–แต˜หขสฐโฑโฟแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แตโธด หขสฐแต‰ หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สณ แต—แต’แต‰หข หขแต’ แตƒหข แต—แต’ โฟแต’แต— แตˆโฑหขแต—แต˜สณแต‡ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แถœสณแตƒสทหกแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’แถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ โฑแต— แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰โธด หขแต—โฑแถ หกโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต˜สณแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตโฑแตแตหกแต‰โ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แถ โฑหฃโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’แถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต‰แต‰หข แต—สฐแต‰ สทโฑโฟแตˆแต’สท'หข แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆโธด หขสฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต‰แต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตˆแต’สทโฟโป หขแต—แตƒโฑสณหขโ€ง "แดต แตแต’แต— แตƒ แถœสฐสณโฑหขแต—แตแตƒหข แต—สณแต‰แต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต’แต˜สณ แตแตƒสณแตƒแตแต‰!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แตแต‰แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข โฑโฟแต›แต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟหข แตƒโฟแตˆ สทสณแตƒแต– แต—สฐแต‰แต!" "แดดแต’สท แตƒสณแต‰ สทแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰?" "แดพแต‰สณสฐแตƒแต–หข สทแต‰ หขโฑโฟแต สฐแต’หกโฑแตˆแตƒสธ'หข แตแต˜หขโฑแถœ หขแต’โฟแตหข หกแต’แต˜แตˆ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ แตสธ แตˆแตƒแตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแตƒโฟแต! แดต แตแตƒสธ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒหกหขแต’ แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ แดฎสณแตƒโฟ แถ หกแต’แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกแต‰แตˆโธด แต—แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ หกโฑแตสฐแต—หขโ€ง "แ”†แตƒโฟแต—แตƒ แ”†แตƒโฟแต—แตƒ'หข สฐแตƒหข แตแต’แต— สฐโฑหข สฒแต’หกหกสธ หกโฑแต—แต—หกแต‰ แต‰สธแต‰หข แต’โฟ แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒแต— แต˜แต– แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒแต—แต‰โธด สฐแต‰ สทแตƒหข แต—แตƒแตแต‰โฟ แตƒแต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแตƒสท แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐแตƒแต—หข แตƒโฟแตˆ หขสทแต‰แตƒแต—แต‰สณหขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต˜แต–; โฟแต’สทโธด สทแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แต’แต˜สณ แตโฑแถ แต—หข!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต‰หขแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สธแต’แต˜ แต’โฟหกสธ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ? แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แต’แต˜สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโธด โฑแต—'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜'แต›แต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตแต’แต—แต—แต‰โฟ แตแต‰!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต˜แต— โฑโฟโธด แต˜โฟสทสณแตƒแต–แต–โฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณหข หกแตƒแต‡แต‰หกหข 'แต—แต’ แตแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ' สฐแตƒแต–แต–โฑหกสธโ€ง "แดตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพแต‰แตƒสณหกโธด สฐแต’สท'แตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒ โฟแต‰สท แต›แตƒแถœแต˜แต˜แต?" "แดผสฐโธด แดฎสณแตƒโฟ; สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ สฐแต’แต˜หขแต‰'หข แตƒ แตแต‰หขหข!" "แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แตแต–หข หขสธหขแต—แต‰แต!" "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ สทแต‰หกแถœแต’แตแต‰ แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ !" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แถ สณแตƒโฟแต—โฑแถœแตƒหกหกสธ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแต–แต–หกโฑแตƒโฟแถœแต‰หข แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ หขแต‰แต— แตƒหข แถœสฐสณโฑหขแต—แตแตƒหขโ€ง "แดตแต— แถœแตƒโฟ'แต— แต‡แต‰ แถœสฐสณโฑหขแต—แตแตƒหข; แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สทสณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆโธด สทสฐสธ แตƒสณแต‰ แตƒหกหก แตสธ โฑโฟแต›แต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆหข แต—แต’ แต˜โฟสทสณแตƒแต– สฐโฑหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แตƒโฟแต—แตƒ แ”†แตƒโฟแต—แตƒ'หข สฐแตƒหข แตแต’แต— สฐโฑหข สฒแต’หกหกสธ หกโฑแต—แต—หกแต‰ แต‰สธแต‰หข แต’โฟ แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถ สณแต˜หขแต—สณแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สณแต‰แต‰ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ สฐโฑหข หกแตƒแต‡แต‰หก 'แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แตสณแตƒแต‡หข' สทสณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต˜โฟสทสณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ โฑแต— แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แถœสณแต‰แต— แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต–แต‰สณ แต’แถ  โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง แตโฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ แตˆโฑหขหกแต’แตˆแตแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หกโฑแตˆโธด สฐแต‰ หขแตแตƒหขสฐแต‰หข แต—สฐแต‰ แตหกแตƒหขหข แต—แต’ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต โฑแต— แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง แดฑหฃแถœโฑแต—แต‰แตˆหกสธ แต˜โฟแถ แต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–โฑแต‰แถœแต‰ แต’แถ  แต–แตƒแต–แต‰สณ สณแต’หกหกแต‰แตˆโธด โฑแต— หขแตƒสธหข 'สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตแต’แต— แต–สณแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ' แต’โฟ โฑแต—โ€ง แดฌหกหก แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แต หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ แต˜โฟแต›แต‰โฑหกแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สทโฑโฟแตˆแต’สทหข หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต หขแต—โฑหกหก แตˆแตƒสณแต โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดดแต˜แตโฑหกโฑแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แตแต‡แตƒสณสณแตƒหขหขแต‰แตˆโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณโฑแต–หข แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’หกหก แต’แถ  แต–แตƒแต–แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต‰หข แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข สณแต’แต’แต แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€ง "แ”†แต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแต— หขแถœสฐแต’แต’หก แดพแต‰แตƒสณหกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดฎสณแตƒโฟ แถ หกแต’แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหข หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แต’โฟหกสธ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒหก แต–แตƒหกหข สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขโฑแตสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดแต‰'หกหก แถœแตƒหกแต แตˆแต’สทโฟโธด สณโฑแตสฐแต—?" "แดดแตƒสณแตˆ แต—แต’ หขแตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†สฐแต‰ แตƒแตˆแตโฑแต—หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แต สณแต‰แต›แต‰สณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแต–แต–หกโฑแตƒโฟแถœแต‰หขโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต แตƒหข สฐแต‰'หข หขโฑหกแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’โฟโธด สทแต‰ แต–สณแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขสฐแต‰แตˆ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหขโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แตแตƒหก แต–แตƒหกหข แถœแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต— แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดดแต‰สธ แต‡แต˜แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต’แตˆ?" แดดแต‰ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หกแตƒหขสฐ แต’แต˜แต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ แตแตƒแตˆโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒโฟแตสณสธ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสธ แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต— หขแตƒสธโฑโฟแต แตƒ สทแต’สณแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง "แดต โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหขโ€ง" แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— หขแต–แตƒแถœแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰?" "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แถœแตƒหกหก โฑแต— แตƒ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แตแตƒหก แต–แตƒหกหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฑโฟแถ แต’สณแตแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แตแตƒหก แต–แตƒหกหขโ€ง "แต‚แต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตˆโฑแตˆ โฑแต— แถ แต’สณ แตƒหกหก โฑโฟ แถ แต˜โฟโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สท; แดต สฒแต˜หขแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰แต‰หก หกโฑแตแต‰ สฐแต˜สณแต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แต–สณโฑแตˆแต‰?" "สธแต‰หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตƒแต–แต’หกแต’แตโฑหขแต‰ แถ แต’สณ สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜โ€ง" "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหข; แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข หขแต˜สณแต‰ หขสฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแตƒสธ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณแตˆ 'หกแต’แต›แต‰' โฑโฟ แตƒ หขแต‰โฟแต—แต‰โฟแถœแต‰โธด หกแต‰แต— แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหขโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰ หขสฐแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟ แตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หข โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ หกโฑแต—แต—หกแต‰ สทแตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ สทแต‰หกแถœแต’แตแต‰; หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’โ€งโ€ง" หขสฐแต‰ แต—แต˜แถœแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต โฑโฟโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แถ แต‰แต‰หก แถ สณแต‰แต‰ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก แตแต‰ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแตƒสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต— หขสฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰'หข หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แ”†หกแต‰แต‰แต– แต—โฑแตสฐแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง"
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แต‚แต’สณหขแต— แดฑโฟแต‰แตสธ ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’… ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’•: ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ .เณƒเฟ ๐šƒ๐š : ๐™ฑ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’โฟ แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰ สณแต‰แต—สณแต‰แตƒแต—; แตƒ แต–แต‰สณแถ แต‰แถœแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ หขแต—สณโฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต’แถ แถ โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง "แดต'แต แต’โฟหกสธ แต—แต‰หกหกโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แดต หขแต—แต‰แตƒหก แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข; สทแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต˜หกแต‰หขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ แตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณโฟแตƒหก แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต'แต›แต‰ สทแต‰แตƒแตโฟแต‰หขหข แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ หขแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’ สทสฐแตƒแต—แต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต’แต– แตแต‰ แต‰หฃแถœแต‰แต–แต— แถ แต’สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแถœแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰หกโฑแต‰แต›แต‰? สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข; แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ หขสธแตแต–แตƒแต—สฐสธ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ โฑโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต–หกแตƒโฟหข!" แดนสณ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต—แต’ แถœสณสธโ€ง "แดพหกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰!" "สธแต’แต˜ แถœสฐโฑแถœแตแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตโฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒหกหก สฐโฑหข แตโฑแตสฐแต— แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ แถ หกสธ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒหกหก สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒ แต—สฐแต˜แตˆโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแถœแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแตƒหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หขแต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต—สณแตƒแถœแตหข; โฟแต’แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แตˆโฑแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’แต— แตแต’แต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ แต‡หกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แต—แต’โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตโฟแต‰หกแต— แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!" แดดแต‰ แต‡แต‰โฟแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟโธด สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หกแตƒแต—แต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ สทแตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สณแต˜แต—สฐโ€ง "แดผสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแต’แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต—โฑหกหก แถœสณสธโฑโฟแตโธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หกแต‰แตƒโฟแต‰แตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณ แต—แต’ สฐแต‰แตƒสณ หขสฐแตƒหกหกแต’สท แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตแต’แต— แต˜แต– แตˆแต‰หขแต–แต‰สณแตƒแต—แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ แตƒ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโธด โฟแต’แต— แต—แตƒแต˜โฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต’แต–โฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โฟโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ แตƒ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ หขแถœแต‰โฟแต— แต’แถ  หขแตแต‰หกหก สทแตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต˜แต–?" แดบแต’ โฑโฟแตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแตƒแต—หขแต’แต‰แต›แต‰สณโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ โฟแต˜แตแต‡แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดแต‰หกหกแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต‰หกแต– โฑหข โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆโ€ง" "แดฐโฑแตˆ แตสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข สณโฑหขแต แต‡สณแตƒโฑโฟ แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหขแต—สฐแตแตƒ?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก แตแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒหขแต—สฐแตแตƒโธด แตƒหข แดต สฐแต˜สณแต— สฐโฑแต แต’โฟแถœแต‰ สฐแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แตแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’โฟหกสธ โฟแต’แตˆแตˆแต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟหขแต‰โ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’ หขแต’สณสณสธ; แดต'แตˆ แตˆแต’ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต˜โฟแตˆแต’ สทสฐแตƒแต— สฒแต˜หขแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สทโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แถœแต’โฟโฟโฑแต›โฑโฟแตโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โธด แต–หกแต‰แตƒแตˆโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แต‰แตแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สทแต’สณหขแต— แต‰โฟแต‰แตสธ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰ แต‰แตแต–แตƒแต—สฐสธโ€ง "แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ หขโฟแต‰แตƒแต โฑโฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒโฟโฟแต’แต˜โฟแถœแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แตƒสทหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดแต‰ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แตƒ แถœสฐโฑแถœแตแต‰โฟ สณโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สทโธด สฐแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แตแต‰ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜สณ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ สทแต’สณสณสธโ€ง แดบแต’สทโธด หกแต’แต’แต!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ สทแตƒแต›แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต—'หข หขแถœแตƒโฟ หขแตƒสธโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ?" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แถœแต’แตแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ โฑโฟ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณ หขสฐแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ หขโฑหกแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแถœแตƒโฟหข โฑโฟแตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แถœแต’แตแตƒโ€ง "แดดโฑหข แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐหข แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สทแต‰แตƒแตแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ แต‰แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต–แตแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐแต‰โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แต โฑโฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰สธแต‰ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหขโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขสฐแต˜แต— แต’แถ แถ  แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหกแตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โฟแต แตƒหข แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แต’แต’แตˆ แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข หขแต–หกโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขสฐโฑแต–โ€ง "แดฌหขหขแต˜แตโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'แตˆ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โธด แตˆแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หกหก สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แตโฟแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒแตˆแตโฑแต—แต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตˆแตƒสธโธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰หข แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡'หข แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แถ แต˜สณแต—สฐแต‰สณ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต— หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’แต— สฐแต‰แตƒสณ แตแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต สทโฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แต‡หกแตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ แถ แต‰แต‰หก แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒโฟหฃโฑแต’แต˜หขหกสธ แต—แตƒหกแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต’'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แต˜โฟแตƒสทแตƒสณแต‰โ€ง "แดต แตโฑหขหข สทสฐแต‰โฟ สทแต‰'สณแต‰ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขโธด แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตสธ หกแต’แต›แต‰ แถ แต’สณ แตแต’โฟแต‰สธ แถœแต’โฟหขแต˜แตแต‰แตˆ แตแต‰โ€ง แดฎแต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ โฟแต’สท แตˆสธโฑโฟแต แตƒหกหก แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แต’แถ  แตแต‰โ€ง แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตโฑหขหขแต‰หข สธแต’แต˜สณ โฟแตƒแตแตโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒสทแตสทแตƒสณแตˆหกสธ หกแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต— แตƒ แตโฑแตแตหกแต‰โ€ง "แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตแต‰แตƒโฟแต— แถ แต’สณ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต—แตƒสณแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœสณสธ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต’แถ  หขแต’แตแต‰ แตแต‰แตแต’สณโฑแต‰หขโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑแตˆแต‰แตƒ แต—แต’ แต–สณแตƒโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ หขแถœสฐแต’แต’หก สทแตƒหข หขแต’ แถ แต˜โฟโฟสธโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แถ แตƒแถœแต‰หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แต‚แต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ'แต›แต‰ หขสฐแต’สทโฟ แต’แต˜สณ แต–แต‰แต‰สณหข สฐแต’สท แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ สฒแต’แต‡ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกโฑโฟแต โฟแต’สทโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต’สท 'แต‰แต สทสฐแต’'แตˆ แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต— หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต’แตแต‰ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข สทแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– โฑโฟ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‰สธแต‰หขโ€ง "แดต'แตˆ แตโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒหกหก แตสธ แตแต’โฟแต‰สธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตสธ หกโฑแถ แต‰ แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแตˆแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหข สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แตƒ แถ แตƒสณแตƒสทแตƒสธ แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰โธด แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต‡แต‰ แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แถœแต’แตโฟโฑหขแต‰ โฑแต— แตƒหข แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด โฟแต’สณ สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก หกโฑแตแต‡แต’หกโฑแตแต‰โธด สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สธแต‰แต— แตโฟแต’สท สฐโฑหข หขแต˜สณสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแตหขโธด แต‰สธแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก หขสฐแต˜แต—โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰โฟ สทแต’สณแตˆหข แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แถœหกแต‰แตƒสณแต‰สณโธด แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—โฑหกหก แถ แตƒสณแตƒสทแตƒสธโ€ง แดดแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณแตˆหข หกโฑแตแต‰ 'หขแต’สณสณสธ' แตƒโฟแตˆ 'แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰' แตƒโฟแตˆ 'แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ' แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สทสฐแต’ หขแต–แต’แตแต‰ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ สทแต’สณแตˆหขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’โฟโฑแต—แต’สณแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโธด หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แตƒ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰ สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดต'แต แตˆแต‰แต—แต‰แถœแต—โฑโฟแต แต–แต’หขหขโฑแต‡หกแต‰ สณแต‰แต›โฑแต›แตƒหกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแตƒหข หขโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– หขแต—สณแตƒโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰สณโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—โฑหกหก แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต‰แต—โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ; แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‰แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต–แตแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แถ แต‰แต‰หก โฑแต—โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœสณโฑแต‰หข แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแตแต‰ หกแต‰หขหข แตˆโฑหขแต—แตƒโฟแต— หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแต แตƒหข สฐโฑหข หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หข สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดบแต’สท สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแตโธด สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง "แดฌแต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†โฑแตสฐแต— สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด โฟแต’แต— สธแต‰แต— สณแต‰แตโฑหขแต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต สทสฐแต’'หข โฟแต‰หฃแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โธด สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตโฑหกโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แถœแต’โฟแถ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดโฑโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ! แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หกสธ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขแตƒสธ สทสฐแตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต?" แดฌหขแตแต‰แตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แถœแต’แตแต–หกแต‰แต—แต‰หกสธ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหกโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— สฐแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแต—สณแต˜แตแตหกแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แตสณแต’แตแตสธโ€ง แดนแต‰แตแต’สณโฑแต‰หข หขแต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหข สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แถœสฐโฑแถœแตแต‰โฟโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แต—สทแต‰แต‰โฟโธด โฟแต’สณ สฐแต’สท แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต—โฑแตแต‰ สฐแตƒหข แต–แตƒหขหขแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ โฟแตƒสณสณแต’สทแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ "แถœสฐโฑแถœแตแต‰โฟ" แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สฐโฑแต แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด สทสฐแต’ แต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒแถœแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แถ แต’สณแตแต‰สณ แต‰โฟแต‰แตสธโ€ง "แดต แถ แต’สณแตโฑแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง"
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THE LIFE OF UNITY ii (Autistic author; make sure to read A LIFE OF DIVERSITY i - x first!) Kevin scoffs. "Yeah, right," he says, voice dripping with disdain. Kevin snorts. "So jellyfish are smarter than you? You're saying you're like a jelly fish; Brainless and just floating around?" Plankton's antennae stiffen, taking on edge. "Kevin," he murmurs, "Jellyfish have nerve nets. Complex behaviors. Brainless? Not brainless. Different." Kevin's eyes narrow, his grin fading into a sneer. "So, what you're saying is that you're like a jellyfish?" he taunts. "Just with no real purpose?" The silence that follows is thick with tension. Plankton's antennae quiver. "Jellyfish," he murmurs, eye flashing, "have purpose. Plankton has purpose." Kevin snickers, unaware of the impact of his words. "Sure, Plankton," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your purpose is to annoy me I guess." Plankton's antennae stiffen. "Purpose," he murmurs, his one eye narrowing. "Annoying Kevin... not Plankton's purpose you don't understand." Kevin's sneer turns into a full-blown laugh. "Understand what?" he asks, his voice dripping with disbelief. "That you think jellyfish are your friends? That you're obsessed with them because you're just like them?" Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and sadness, his monotone voice tight. "Jellyfish. Different." Kevin's laughter echoes through the jellyfish fields, his ignorance fueling the flames of Plankton's anger. "Oh come on," he says. "You're just mad because you can't outsmart a jellyfish." Plankton's antennae quiver violently, his monotone voice filled with a rare emotion: insecurity. "Kevin," he murmurs, "you don't know what you're saying." But Kevin's laughter doesn't cease, eyes sparkling with mischief. "What, are you going to get all sensitive on me now?" he asks, his voice filled with mock concern. "Is Plankton thinking with his 'jellyfish brain'?" Plankton's antennae droop, the barb of Kevin's words hitting too close to home. "It's not funny," Plankton murmurs, antennae drooping. SpongeBob steps forward, fists clenched. "Kevin, that's not cool," he says firmly. "You don't know what you're talking about." Kevin's laughter falters, his smirk fading. "What do you mean?" he asks, his voice defensive. "It's just a joke." "No," Plankton murmurs, his antennae drooping further. "Not funny." Kevin's sneer fades, his expression shifting to confusion. "What's your problem, Plankton?" he asks, his voice tinged with annoyance. "Kevin," Sponge Bob says, his voice a mix of concern and reprimand. "That's not nice. Plankton's interest in jellyfish is special to him." But Kevin's sneer only deepens. "Oh, I get it," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're all playing along with his little game. Well, I'm not. Jellyfish are just mindless blobs. And if you're so obsessed with them Plankton, maybe that's all you are, too." Plankton's antennae quiver, his eye blinking rapidly. But Kevin, fueled by his own ignorance, continues to laugh, his words cutting deeper. "What's the matter, Plankton?" he sneers. "Can't take a little ribbing?" Plankton's antennae quiver with each insult, his monotone voice strained. "Kevin," he murmurs, his one eye wide with hurt. "Not a game." Kevin's laughter echoes through the jellyfish fields, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Oh, I see," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're just to sensitive for a little teasing." But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and sadness, his monotone voice tight. "Jellyfish... complex," he murmurs, his eye flashing with determination. "Not brainless. Not like your jokes." "What's the matter?" Kevin asks, his smirk growing. "Can't handle the truth?" "Truth?" Plankton's antennae quiver with emotion. "Jellyfish," he murmurs, his monotone voice filled with a rare passion. "Jellyfish... beautiful. Complex." Kevin's eyes narrow, his laughter fading. "Beautiful?" he scoffs. "They're just jellyfish, Plankton. They don't have feelings. They don't have brains. Just like you." Plankton's antennae quiver. But Kevin's smirk only widens, his laughter bouncing off the surrounding coral, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You can't talk without getting all worked up. What kind of brainless blob are you?" Plankton's antennae quiver, his monotone voice strained. "Kevin," he murmurs, "you don't understand." "Understand what?" Kevin sneers, eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "That jellyfish are just mindless blobs of jelly? That you're just like them?" Plankton's antennae droop. "Kevin," he murmurs, "you don't know." "Know what?" Kevin's laughter is cruel, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "That jellyfish are just mindless animals and you're obsessed with them because you're just a brainless creature who can't get a life?" Plankton's antennae droop even further, his one eye blinking rapidly. "Not mindless." Kevin's laughter turns into a cackle. "Oh, so you think you're better than jellyfish now?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe if you had a brain, you could actually catch one of those Krabby Patties you're always after! Maybe if you had a brain, you'd realize THAT YOU'LL NEVER BE MORE THAN A TINY, BRAINLESS BOTTOM FEEDER!" The words hit Plankton like a tidal wave, antennae drooping even further. "Kevin," Plankton murmurs, his monotone voice thick with emotion, "you don't know."
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แดฌหขแตโฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณ แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ "แดตแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’แต’แตˆ แถ แต’สณ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสธ โฑโฟ แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง แดบแต’ สทแต’โฟแตˆแต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ แตโฑหขแต‰สณแตƒแต‡หกแต‰! แดฎแต‰แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ แต’สณ แถœแตƒแต—แถœสฐ แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดต'แต แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต แถ โฑโฟแต‰!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข สทโฑแถ แต‰โ€ง "แดต'แต แต—แต‰หกหกโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แตƒแตˆหข สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ หขแต’แถœโฑแตƒหกโฑหขแต‰โ€ง 'แต‚สฐแต’ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰หขแต— แต—แต’ แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ แต’แถ  แตโฑโฟแต‰' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง 'แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แตƒแต˜แตสฐแต— แตแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แถ แต˜โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต‰แตƒแตสทแต’สณแต' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แตƒหข แตแต‰แตแต’สณโฑแต‰หข แต’แถ  แตโฑโฟแตˆโฟแต‰หขหข แต‰สณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑหข สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€ง "แดดแต’แตแตโฑโฟแตƒโ€”สทแตƒสฐ?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แตƒ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถ สณแต’โฟแต— แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แต’โฟแตˆ หขแต’ แดต แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ โฟโฑแถœแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰หขแต— แดต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด หกแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต โฑโฟโ€ง "แดต สทแตƒหข สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ แตแต’ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒสณแตโ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰ แต’แถ  สฐโฑแต หขแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰หกแต– หขแถœแต˜หกแต–แต—!" แ”†แต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแต’แต— แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒสณแต— หขแต˜แต–แต–หกโฑแต‰หข โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดตแต— แต—แตƒแตแต‰หข แตƒ แตˆแตƒสธ แต’สณ หขแต’ แต—แต’ แตˆสณสธ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ โฑแต— แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐแต‰แตˆโธด หขแต’ สทแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต˜สณโฟหข แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆโฑโฟแต โฑแต—!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒสณแต›โฑโฟแต แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒแถœโฑแตƒหก แตˆแต‰แต—แตƒโฑหกหข แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหกแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—สณแต˜แถœแต—แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขแต‰โ€ง "แดฐแต‰แตƒหก!" "แ”†แต’ สทแต‰ แต‰แตƒแถœสฐ แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆ โฑแต— แตƒ แตˆแต’แถปแต‰โฟ สฐแต’แต˜สณหข แต–แต‰สณ แต—แต˜สณโฟ แตƒแต— แตƒ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ แต—แต‰หกหก หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หขแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตโฑแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ'หข แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ หขแต‰แต‰ โฑแต— โฟแต’สท แต’สณ สฒแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฑแต— แถ แต’สณ โฑแต— แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐ แตˆสณสธโฑโฟแต?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขสฐโฑแถ แต—แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆ สทแตƒสณแตˆ แต–แต’โฟแตˆแต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต แต‡แต‰แต— หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑหกหกโฑแตƒแต'หข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธ โฑแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆโฑโฟแต โฑแต— แตƒหข สทแต‰ หขแต–แต‰แตƒแต หขแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แต—สณแต˜หขแต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’?" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒสณแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต–แตƒแถœแต‰แตˆ หกแต’แต’แตโฑโฟแต แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ โฑแต—โ€ง "แดตแต—'หข แตแต’หขแต— แต‰หฃแ‘ซแต˜โฑหขโฑแต—แต‰ แตƒสณแต— แต–โฑแต‰แถœแต‰ แดต'แต›แต‰ หขแต‰แต‰โฟ!" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หขโฑแตสฐหขโ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต'แตˆ สทแตƒหขแต—แต‰ แตสธ แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธ แต’โฟ แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธโฑโฟแต หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต สฐแต‰หกแต– แต—แต’ แต‡แต˜โฑหกแตˆ?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒแถœแถœแต˜หขโฑโฟแต แต’แถ  แตƒแต— แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง "แดผสฐ สทแตƒโฑแต— สทแต‰ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต’ แต—แต’ สทแต’สณแต โฟแต’สท! แ”†แต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ หขสฐโฑแถ แต—โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หกแต‰แถ แต— สฐโฑแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒสณแตโ€ง "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหข แถ แต’สณ สทแต’สณแตโฑโฟแต หกแตƒแต—แต‰ แต‡แต’สธหข!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’หกแตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง 'แดนสธ แต—แต˜สณโฟ แต—แต’ แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆ สทแตƒสณแตˆ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰' หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—โธด แต‰หฃแถœโฑแต—แต‰แตˆหกสธโ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ'หข แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰โ€ง "แต€โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขสทโฑแต—แถœสฐ หขสฐโฑแถ แต—หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต’สณ แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขแต‰ แตƒหข แตƒ แต‡แตƒแถœแต สณแต‰หขแต— แตƒหข สฐโฑ หขแต’แถ แต— หขโฟแต˜แถ แถ หกโฑโฟแต หขโฟแต’สณแต‰หข สทแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆโ€ง 'แดบแต’สท แดต แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต’สท แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถ แต‰หกแต— สทสฐแต‰โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แดต หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สฒแต’แต‡' แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—โ€ง "แดตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฒแต˜หขแต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ โฑแต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด แต‡แต‰แตสณแต˜แตˆแตโฑโฟแตหกสธ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ โฟแต‰สณแต›แต’แต˜หขหกสธ แตƒหข แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต‡แต‰โฟแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง "แดดแต‰สธ แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สณแต˜แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แต‰สธแต‰แต‡สณแต’สท แถ แต˜สณสณแต’สทหข แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต สธแต‰แต—โ€ง "แตแต– แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒแต—แต’แตโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดดแตแตแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แดณแดฑแต€อ แตแดพ!" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สธแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒหขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแต˜แต–แต–แต’หขแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตสธ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰!" "แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตแต˜แตƒสณแตˆ โฑแต— โฟแต’สท หขแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆโธด แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแต แต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแถปแถปโฑโฟแต‰หขหข หขแต˜แต‡หขโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แ”†แต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒโฟสธ สทแต’สณแต แต—แต’ แตแต’สณสณแต’สท หขแต’ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฑโฟ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ แตสธ สฐแต’แต˜สณหข แต‰โฟแตˆโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑโฟแถ แต’สณแตหขโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ หกแต’แต’แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สท!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แต–หกโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "แดต'แตˆ แต‡แต˜โฑหกแต— สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’แตˆแตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต’ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต แตหกแตƒแตˆ; แตแต‰แต— แตƒ แตแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—'หข สณแต‰หขแต—!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขโฑแต—แต˜แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแตƒแต–แต–โฑหกสธ แต–แตƒแต—สณแต’หกหกโฑโฟแต แตƒสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰โ€ง "แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต โฑแต—'หข แตˆสณสธโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสธหข หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ โฑแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ สทแตƒหข แตˆสณสธโ€ง "แดฌหกหก แตแต’แต’แตˆ!" แดดแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดบแต’ แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหข แถ แตƒสณ แตƒหข แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แต‰หกหกโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ'หข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ หขแต’ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง "แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต!" แ”†แต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต’แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ แตหกแต‰แต‰ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต’แถ  หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰สฐแต’สท แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰แต‰หก แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง 'แดดแต‰ โฑหข หขแต’ โฟโฑแถœแต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒหกหก แต‡แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰ สฐโฑหข แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขโ€ง แดตแถ  แต’โฟหกสธ แดต แตโฟแต‰สท สฒแต˜หขแต— สฐแต’สท สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰แต‰หกหข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แตแต‰ แตˆแต‰แต‰แต– แตˆแต’สทโฟ โฑโฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— โฟแต’แต— หขแต’ โฑแตแต–แต’สณแต—แตƒโฟแต—โ€ง 'แดตแถ  แต’โฟหกสธ แดต แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต’ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ แต—แต’' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— สฐโฑแต แตˆแต‰แต–สณแต‰หขหขโฑโฟแตหกสธโ€ง แดดแต‰ หขแตƒสท แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สณแต˜โฟ แต—แต’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต˜แต‰ แตƒหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‡แต’แต˜โฟแถœแต‰แตˆ หขแตโฑหกโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดต'แต แตƒแถœแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ โฑแตแต–สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ; โฑแต— หกแต’แต’แตหข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แตˆสณสธ!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’โฟแตโฑโฟแตหกสธ หขแตƒสท แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกโฑแตสฐแต— แต˜แต– แตƒหข หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต หขแต’แตแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—หขโ€ง "แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰ หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜!" "แดผสฐ; แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตƒ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ แต’แถ  แตโฑโฟแต‰โธด แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต! แถœแตƒโฟ แดต แถœแตƒหกหก สธแต’แต˜ แตสธ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ?" "แดตแถ  แดต หขแตƒสธ สธแต‰หขโธด สทโฑหกหก สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต–สณแต’แตโฑหขแต‰ แตแต‰ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ หขแตƒสธ โฑแต— โฑโฟ แต–แต˜แต‡หกโฑแถœ?" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜แต‰แตƒหกโฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ สฒแต’สธโธด แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒแถœแต‰ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตƒแตแตƒแถปโฑโฟแตโธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰แต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต—แต’ สทแต‰หกหก แต˜แต– โฑโฟ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข; สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกโฑแตแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหข แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แถœสณสธโ€ง 'แดต แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต’สท หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตแตƒแตแต‰หข สฐโฑแต หขแต’ สฐแตƒแต–แต–โฑแต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แดต แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต–แต’โฟแตˆแต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ หกแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต— แตƒ หขแต’แต‡ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒสธ หขแต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตโฑแตสฐแต—โฟโ€™แต— สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰โ€ง แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต—แต’ แถ แตƒหกหกโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณ แตƒ แต—สณแต‰แต‰โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต—'หข แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต‡แต˜แต— แดต'หกหก แตแต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต แต’โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สณแต‰แต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต สฐแต˜แตแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แตโฟแต‰แต‰หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ สฐแต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณหขโ€ง แดบแต’แต— แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐแต’สท แต—แต’ แตƒแต–แต–สณแต’แตƒแถœสฐ สฐโฑแตโธด แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตโฟแต‰สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข โฟแต’แต— แต’แต›แต‰สณหกสธ แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟแตƒแต—แต‰ โฟแต’สณ แตƒหขแต แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐ แต‰แต›แต‰สณโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ หกแต’แต’แตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—แต’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแต’โฟแถœแต‰สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต’โ€ฝ" "แต‚แต‰หกหก แตˆแต’ สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’?" "สธแต’แต˜ หขแต‰แต‰แต แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแต’ แตหกแตƒแตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต‰แตƒ สฐแต‰'หข หกโฑแตแต‰ แตƒ แต‡สณแต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต—แต’ แตแต‰!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฑแตสฐแต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แถœสณสธโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰หขแต— แดต'แต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ แต–แต’หกโฑแต—แต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’ แต—แต’หกแต‰สณแตƒแต—แต‰ แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’แต’แต แตƒ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโ€ง "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตแต‰แต— สฐแต’สท แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ สฐแตƒโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แดต แถœแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแต’ แตƒ แตˆแตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— แตƒสณแตแต˜โฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แตสธ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดต สฐแตƒแตˆ แต–สณแต’แตสณแตƒแตแตแต‰แตˆ! แดตแถ  สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ แต–สณแต‰แต—แต‰โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ หกโฑแตแต‰ แตสธ แถœแต’แตแต–แตƒโฟสธ สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต‡แต‰ แต—แต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด โฟแต’!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒ แตโฑหขหข แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แต’สณแต‰สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒแต แตƒแถ สณแตƒโฑแตˆ แต’แถ  โฑสณสณโฑแต—แตƒแต—โฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แดตแต—'หข สฐแตƒสณแตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดต สทแต’สณแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต'แตˆ หกแต’แต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แตƒโฟ โฑแต—?" "แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง"
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แดตโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แดฐสณแต‰แตƒแตหข โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ โ€˜แดณแต’แต’แตˆ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต! แดณแต˜แต‰หขหข สทสฐแตƒแต— แดต แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต›แต’แต˜สณโฑแต—แต‰!โ€™ แดดแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€˜แดทสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แดพแตƒแต—แต—โฑแต‰หข!โ€™ โ€˜แต€แต’ แต˜หขโ€งโ€งโ€™ โ€˜แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?โ€™ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€™หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†แต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แตƒ แต—แตƒแต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณ แถ สณแต’แต แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!โ€ แดดแต‰ หขโฟแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰, สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰โ€™หข สฐแต˜แตแตโฑโฟแต แตƒ แต–โฑหกหกแต’สท แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต— แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท โฑแต—โ€™หข แต—แต’ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แต—สณแต˜แต‰ แถ แต’สณ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’ หขแต–แต‰โฟแตˆ สฐโฑหข แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐแต‰สณ, แตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แต–แตƒแต—แต—โฑแต‰หขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโฑโฟแต โฑโฟหขแต—แต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง โ€œแดถแต˜หขแต— แตแต‰แต—โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต แตโฟแต’สท; แดตโ€™แต แต˜แต–!โ€ แดดแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑหข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰โ€ง โ€˜แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑหข แตƒ แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข สณโฑแต›แตƒหก สทสฐแต’ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หกแตƒหขแต—โฑโฟแต แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขสฐโฑแต–โ€™ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตโฑโฟแตˆหกแต‰หขหขหกสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— แตƒ แต–หกแตƒโฟ แต’สณ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแต’แต—โฑแต›แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ! แดดแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— หขโฟแต˜แถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆโฑแตˆ สฐโฑหข สฒแต’แต‡ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณโฑหกหกโ€ง โ€œแต‚แต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ แต—แต‰แตƒแต แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ หขโฑโฟแตหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡, โฟแต’แต— โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง โ€˜แดณแต‰แต— แต’แต›แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต–สณโฑแตˆแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒหขแต สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— โฑแต— แต’แต›แต‰สณ สทโฑแต—สฐ! สธแต’แต˜ สทโฑหกหก โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตˆแต’ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโฑโฟแตโ€™ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดทโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— สฒแต˜หขแต— แต‰โฟแตˆ แต˜แต– แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตโฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต‡แต˜แต— สณโฑหขแตโฑโฟแต โฑแต—, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง โ€œแดดแต‰สธ, แตโฑแตˆโ€ฆโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง โ€œสธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต สทโฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แถ แตƒหกหก แถ แต’สณ แตƒ แต—สณโฑแถœแต แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ, หขโฑหกหกสธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!โ€ โ€œแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ฆโ€ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰ โฑแต—โ€™หข สธแต’แต˜ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ; หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตโฟแต’สทโฟ!โ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โ€ง โ€œแดตโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰; แตแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต—!โ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข หขแต–แตƒแต—แต˜หกแตƒ แตƒแต— สฐโฑแต แตƒหข หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต—สฐสณแต‰สท สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ สธแต‰หกหก โฑโฟ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒ สทแตƒสธโ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆโ€ฆโ€ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ สทแต’สณแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ หกแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ โฟแต‰โฑแต—สฐแต‰สณ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต สฐแต’แตแต‰ โฟแต’สณ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แดดแต‰ หขแตƒแต— สณแต‰หกโฑแต›โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ หขแถœแต‰โฟแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰แตˆ สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒโฟ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟ; สธแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข หขแต—โฑแถ หกโฑโฟแต สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณหข แตƒแต— โ€˜สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€™ สณโฑโฟแตหข แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโ€ง แดดแต‰โ€™หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สณโฑแถœแต หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰, แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สทสฐแตƒแต— สณโฑหขแตหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต โฑโฟโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแตƒหข โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกหกสธ สฐแต˜สณแต— สฐโฑแต แตƒหข หขแต˜แถœสฐโ€ง แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰, หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แถ แต’โฑหก สฐโฑหข แต–หกแตƒโฟหข แตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หข, แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตˆโฑแตˆ หขแต’ สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดบแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟ สฐแต’สท สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒสทแต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตโฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แต‚โฑแต—สฐ แตƒ หขโฑแตสฐ สฐแต‰โ€™แตˆ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต– แต’แถ แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰โ€ง แถ แต’สณ แตแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง แดฌแต— แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰, หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€ฆโ€ หขสฐแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แถ แต’สณ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง โ€œแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ, สทสฐแตƒแต—โ€ฆโ€ แ”†สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒ โฟแต’แต—แต‰ สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ หขแตƒสธหข โ€˜แดต สฐโฑแต— สณแต’แถœแต แต‡แต’แต—แต—แต’แต หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ แดต แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— หขแต‰แต‰แต แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแต หขแต’ แดต แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— โฑแต— แต‡แต‰หขแต—โ€ง แดบแต’ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถ แต‰แต‰หก หขแต—สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แตแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ หกแต’โฟแตแต‰สณ; แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™ แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต’แต—แต‰โ€ง โ€œแดดแต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰โฟโ€™แต— สธแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰! แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰?โ€ โ€œแดตโ€™แต หขแต’ หขแต’สณสณสธ; แดต แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แตโฟแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หขสฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธโ€™หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ สฐแต’สท แต‡แตƒแตˆหกสธ สฐแต‰ แต—สณแต‰แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง โ€˜แต‚แตƒโฑแต—, สฐแต‰ แต–แต˜แต— สณแต’แถœแต แต‡แต’แต—แต—แต’แตโ€ฆโ€™ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต˜หข หขแต—แต’แต–โ€ง แดฟแต’แถœแต แดฎแต’แต—แต—แต’แตโ€™หข แตƒโฟ แต˜โฟหขแต‰แต—แต—หกโฑโฟแต แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰, หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตโฟแต‰สทโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขแต’ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต, สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข หขแต’แถ แต— แถœสณโฑแต‰หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แต–แต— หขแต’แต‡แต‡โฑโฟแตโ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแตƒหขแต–แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข แถœแต’แตแต–หกแต‰แต—แต‰หกสธ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต’แต›แต‰สณสทสฐแต‰หกแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟหข แต—แต’แต’แต แต’แต›แต‰สณ, สฐโฑหข แต’โฟหกสธ แตแต’แต›แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ สณแต’แถœแตโฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต’สณแต—สฐ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดตโ€™แต หขแต’สณสณสธ!โ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกแต‰แตƒโฟ แต’แต›แต‰สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแดต สทแตƒหข สทสณแต’โฟแตโ€ง แดต สทแตƒหข แต‡แต˜หขสธ, สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ โฑหขโฟโ€™แต— แตƒโฟสธ แต‰หฃแถœแต˜หขแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแต˜สณแต— สธแต’แต˜โ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตแตƒแตแต‰ แตแต‰ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ; แต’ หขแต’ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ!โ€ โ€œแดต แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแตโ€ฆโ€ โ€œสธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแต แตƒหข แตแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข แตƒโฟสธ แต’แถ  แต˜หขโ€ง แดตโ€™แตˆ สณแตƒแต—สฐแต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต, แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แดต แถœแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต— โฑแตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต‰ หกโฑแต›โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แตƒโฟสธ แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ! แต‚แต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜; แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขโฑแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณโฑแตˆแต‰ สฐแต’แตแต‰, แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟโฑโฟแต สทสฐสธ สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— สณแต‰หกแตƒหฃแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตˆสณแต’สทหขสธ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต แถœหกแต’หขแต‰ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต˜หข สณโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแต’แตแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–สธ แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ แถœแต’โฟแต—แต‰โฟแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฟแต’สท แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง
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THE LIFE OF UNITY iii (Autistic author) Kevin's laughter reaches a crescendo as he takes a step closer to Plankton. "What don't I know?" he asks, his voice sharper than ever. "That PLANKTON JUST. DON'T. WUV. THEM. JELLYFISH. YOU ARE COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY..." But his words are cut off by the sight of Plankton, his antennae drooping, his eye brimming with tears. The tiny creature's body trembles as Kevin's to loud words settle upon him, and suddenly, all the pent-up frustration and pain come rushing out in a torrent as a single tear forms and slides down his face. Plankton's antennae quiver uncontrollably, and he squeaks out a sob, his tiny body convulsing with the weight of Kevin's cruel words. SpongeBob is shocked. Kevin's words hang in the water, his laughter fading into an awkward silence as he watches Plankton's reaction. The sea cucumber's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of Plankton's tears, his own expression morphing from smug to surprise, then to something akin to fear. "Plankton?" Plankton's antennae quiver as he sniffs, trying to compose himself, his monotone voice thick with emotion. "Plankton... brainless," he murmurs, his one eye filled with unshed tears. "Plankton," he adds, his voice cracking, "Plankton... not like jellyfish." Sponge Bob's heart squeezes tight in his chest. "Hey, Plankton," he says softly, "it's ok. Kevin didn't mean it." But Plankton's antennae quiver, his monotone voice echoing Kevin's hurtful words. "Kevin... right," he murmurs, his eye glistening with tears. "Plankton... brainless. Like jellyfish." Kevin's expression morphs from smugness to shock, his eyes wide as he realizes the impact of his words. "It's just... you know, a joke." But Plankton's antennae quiver, his monotone voice trembling. "Joke?" he murmurs. "Plankton... a joke. Plankton... brainless." Kevin's grin falters, his eyes widening in horror as he sees the pain etched on Plankton's tiny face. "No," he stammers, his voice cracking. "It was just a... I didn't mean it like that." But Plankton's antennae continue to quiver, his monotone voice a sad echo of Kevin's cruel words. "Plankton... no purpose in life," he murmurs, his one eye filled with a sadness so profound it seems to suck the color out of the surrounding waters. Sponge Bob's eyes widen in shock. "Plankton," he says gently, "you have friends. You have a purpose." But Plankton's antennae droop even lower, his monotone voice a sad echo of his own self-doubt. "Plankton mindless.." Kevin's smugness evaporates, replaced with a flicker of concern as he watches the usually unflappable Plankton crumple under the weight of his words. "Look, Plankton," he says, reaching out to touch him. But Plankton flinches, his antennae quivering with pain. "Plankton," Kevin says, his voice a mix of surprise and regret, "I didn't mean it like that. I was just messing around." But Plankton's antennae continue to quiver, his monotone voice a sad echo of Kevin's insults. "Mindless," he murmurs, his one eye fixed. "Brainless." Sponge Bob's eyes wide with shock and sadness. "Plankton," he whispers, his voice filled with a tenderness Plankton rarely hears from anyone. "You're not brainless." But Plankton's antennae quiver with doubt, his monotone voice echoing Kevin's words. "Plankton... mindless," he murmurs, his one eye unable to meet Sponge Bob's gaze. "Like jellyfish." SpongeBob knew that Plankton's obsession with jellyfish is more than just a hobby; it's a deep connection, a part of who he is after the traumatic brain injury. And now, Kevin's careless words have struck a nerve, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Plankton," Sponge Bob says, his voice gentle, "you're not like that. You're smart. You're... you're you." But Plankton's antennae quiver with insecurity, his monotone voice a sad echo of Kevin's words. "Mindless," he murmurs, his one eye still avoiding contact. "Plankton... like jellyfish." SpongeBob understood that the brain trauma has affected him, making him more vulnerable to words that question his intelligence and identity due to his autism. "Plankton," he says, his voice filled with concern, "you know that's not true. You're not like jellyfish in that way." But Plankton's antennae quiver with doubt, his monotone voice a sad echo of Kevin's mockery. "Mindless," he murmurs. "Mindless, brainless." Sponge Bob's heart aches for his friend, reaching out to offer comfort. "Plankton, you're not like that," he says, his voice gentle and assuring. "You're brilliant. You know more about jellyfish than anyone." But Plankton's antennae quiver with insecurity, his monotone voice a sad echo of Kevin's laughter. "Mindless," he murmurs, eye downcast. "Plankton... brainless." Sponge Bob tries to find the right words to say. "Plankton," he says gently, "you're not like that. You're so much more than what Kevin said." But Plankton's antennae quiver, his monotone voice a sad echo of the cruel words. "Mindless," he murmurs, his one eye avoiding Sponge Bob's gaze. "Plankton... no purpose." Kevin's eyes dart from Plankton to Sponge Bob, his grin faltering. "What's going on?" he asks, his voice tight with confusion. "You guys are acting weird." Sponge Bob's embrace tighten around Plankton's tiny body, his voice firm but kind. "Kevin," he says, his gaze fixed on Plankton, "you don't know what happened to Plankton." Kevin's laughter fades into a puzzled look. "What do you mean?" Kevin's smirk fades, his eyes narrowing with confusion. "What are you guys talking about?" he asks, his voice tight. Sponge Bob hesitates, glancing at Plankton, who nods almost imperceptibly. "Kevin," he says, his voice serious, "Plankton had a bad accident. He hit his head, and now he's... different." Kevin's tentacles freeze in mid-air, his smugness evaporating. "What do you mean, 'different'?" he asks, his voice tentative. Sponge Bob sighs. "Plankton's had a brain injury," he says, his eyes never leaving Plankton's quivering antennae. "He's... autistic now." Kevin's eyes widen, his tentacles dropping to his sides. "What? No way," he stammers, his smugness gone. "You're... you're joking, right?" But Sponge Bob's expression is serious, gently stroking Plankton's antennae. "It's true, Kevin," he says, his voice gentle. "Plankton's had a tough time, and he's different now." "Plankton, joke." Kevin's confusion turns to shock as he looks from Sponge Bob to Plankton, his tentacles dropping to his sides. "But... but why didn't you say anything?" he asks, his voice trembling. Sponge Bob's eyes are filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "We didn't think it was anyone's business," he says tightening around Plankton's shaking antennae. "But now you know Kevin. And we need you to be cool about it."
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THE LIFE OF UNITY iv (Autistic author) Kevin's smirk is long gone, replaced by a look of shock and regret. "I... I had no idea," he stammers. "I didn't mean to... I didn't know." Plankton's antennae quiver. "Kevin," he murmurs, "you hurt Plankton." Sponge Bob's protectively around Plankton, who is now visibly upset. "You hurt Plankton's feelings," he says, his voice firm but not unkind. "You see, Plankton had an accident. He's not the same as before. He nearly broke his skull on a cash register at the Krusty Krab. It changed him." Kevin's expression shifts from shock to disbelief. "What do you mean, 'changed him'?" he asks, his tentacles quivering slightly. "He has autism now," Sponge Bob says simply, never leaving Plankton's trembling form. "It's ok, Plankton," he murmurs, tightening around the tiny plankton. "You're still you." Kevin's eyes widen, the reality of the situation sinking in. "Oh my...," he whispers, his tentacles dropping to his sides. "I had no idea." Plankton's voice filled with accusation. "Kevin," he murmurs, "you didn't know. You didn't care." Kevin's eyes are wide. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." But Plankton's cutting off Kevin's apology. "Kevin," he murmurs, his one eye flashing with pain. "Kevin not care." "I'm sorry, Plankton. I didn't mean to be so cruel." But Plankton's unyielding. "Kevin," he murmurs, his one eye still brimming with unshed tears. "You didn't know. You no care." Kevin's smugness evaporates as the weight of his own words crashes down on him. The realization that his careless jests have caused such pain is written all over his face. His eyes are wide with horror, his tentacles trembling. "I'm sorry," he whispers, starting to touch Plankton. But Plankton recoils at the touch, his antennae quivering violently, his monotone voice filled with panic. "NO!" he squeaks, his one eye wide with fear. "Kevin, no touch!" Kevin's tentacles jerk back as if burned, his eyes filled with shock and remorse. "I'm sorry," he says quickly, his voice thick with regret. "I didn't know. I didn't mean to..." "Kevin, no touch," he repeats, his one eye flashing. "Plankton not like that." "I didn't know," he whispers, his eyes never leaving Plankton's trembling form. "I'm so sorry." But Plankton's antennae continue to quiver, his monotone voice a sad echo of the fear he feels. "Kevin," he murmurs, his one eye fixed on the sea cucumber, "you didn't know. You don't care." Sponge Bob's placing himself between Plankton and the sea cucumber. "Kevin," he says firmly with a newfound resolve. "You need to apologize to Plankton. What you said was not okay." Kevin's tentacles quiver, his eyes darting from Sponge Bob to Plankton's trembling form. "I'm... I'm sorry," he stammers, his smugness replaced by genuine contrition. "I didn't know. I didn't mean it like that." But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and sadness, his monotone voice still echoing the pain of the insult. "Kevin," he murmurs, his one eye narrowed, "you hurt Plankton." Kevin's expression falls, the full impact of his words hitting him like a brick wall. He takes a step back, his tentacles drooping. "I didn't know," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had... you know." But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and pain. "Kevin," he murmurs, his monotone voice strained. "Kevin hurt Plankton. Not funny." Kevin's tentacles twitch, his expression a mix of shock and discomfort. "Look, I didn't know," he says, his voice quivering. "I'm sorry. I just..." But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and sadness, his monotone voice cutting through the awkward silence. "Space," he murmurs, his one eye pleading. Kevin creeps up closer. "Space? What..." But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and fear, his monotone voice a sad echo of the pain Kevin's words have caused. "Plankton," he murmurs, his one eye wide with desperation. "Alone." Kevin still doesn't understand. "You're not alone," he starts, reaching out. But Plankton's antennae quiver more fiercely, his monotone voice filled with a rare urgency. "No," he murmurs, his one eye darting around. "Space." "I don't underst--" But Plankton's filled with a desperation Kevin had never heard before. "Space," he murmurs again, more forcefully this time. "Kevin, go." "Go to outer space? But..." "Space," Plankton repeats more insistently, his eye frantic. Kevin's with confusion. "But, Plankton we're in the middle of the jellyfish fields." But Plankton's antennae quiver with urgency, his monotone voice unwavering. "Space," he murmurs, his one eye pleading. "Now." "I don't..." Kevin starts, grabbing Plankton's hand. But Plankton's antennae quiver with anger, and he pulls away, his monotone voice rising. "SPACE!" he shouts, his eye flashing with fury. Startled, Kevin takes a step back. "Where in outer space?" But Plankton's antennae quiver with impatience, his monotone voice tight. "Any space," he cries. "Just go." Kevin's tentacles twitch, his smugness forgotten. "But... but what about the jellyfish? Oh do you mean any planet.." He says, absent mindedly putting his hand on Plankton's back. But Plankton's antennae quiver with anger, and he jumps away. "NO TOUCH!" he screams, his monotone voice cracking with emotion. "PLANKTON. NEED. SPACE!" Kevin's tentacles recoil as if stung, his eyes wide with shock. "I'm sorry," he stammers, taking a step back. "I can't fly a rocket to space.." But Plankton's antennae quiver with rage. "Any space," he repeats, his one eye glaring. "Away." Kevin's tentacles hang limp, his smugness shattered by the depth of Plankton's pain. "But, Plankton, we can't leave Earth without..." But Plankton's antennae quiver with fury, his monotone voice a whip crack. "Any space," he repeats, his one eye narrowed. "Now." Kevin's tentacles retract, his smugness gone. "Any planet other than Earth? I'd like to help but..." But Plankton's antennae quiver with frustration, his monotone voice cutting through the confusion. "Not space," he murmurs, his one eye blazing with anger. "Space." Kevin's tentacles tremble, his smile fading into a look of fear. "I can't get outer space without a rocket?" he says, taking a step back. But Plankton's antennae quiver with anger, his monotone voice a thunderclap in the stillness. "No rocket," he murmurs, his one eye flashing. "Space. Now." Kevin's tentacles quiver, his smugness replaced by fear. "But Plankton," he stammers, taking a step back, "we can't just go to space without..." But Plankton's antennae quiver with rage, his monotone voice a whip crack. "Space," he repeats, his one eye narrowed. "Now." Kevin's tentacles retreat, his smugness replaced by a look of pure terror. "But Plankton, I can't just leave the sea," he says, his voice shaking. But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and desperation, his monotone voice a thunderclap in the quiet waters. "Space," he repeats unwavering. Kevin's tentacles retreat, his smugness replaced by a look of fear as he tries to comprehend Plankton's words. "But Plankton," he stammers, "you can't survive in space. It's not possible." But Plankton's antennae quiver with anger, his monotone voice a monotone shout. "Space," he repeats, his one eye flashing with desperation. "Away from here." Kevin's tentacles retract, his smugness dissolving in to confusion. "But Plankton, we're in the middle of jellyfish fields," he says, his voice trembling. "We can't just..." But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and desperation, his monotone voice a monotone shout. "SPACE!" he repeats, his one eye flashing. "Kevin go now!" Kevin's tentacles twitch, his smugness dissipating like smoke in the face of Plankton's distress. "But Plankton I don't..." he starts, taking a cautious step back. Plankton breathes in and gathers his words together, his antennae quivering with the effort of controlling his emotions. "Kevin JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" he shouts, his monotone voice crackling with anger. Kevin's tentacles quiver in understanding, his smugness evaporating like mist in the sun. "Oh," he says, his voice small and sad. "You mean personal space.." Plankton's antennae quiver slightly, his monotone voice softening. "Yes," he murmurs, his one eye blinking rapidly. "Space." Sponge Bob nods. "Okay, Kevin," he says firmly. "You need to give Plankton some space right now. He's going through a tough time." Kevin's smugness is completely gone, replaced by a look of genuine concern. He takes a step back. "I had no idea," he whispers. "I'm really sorry. I'll go. Bye."
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แดณแต‰แต— แ”†หกแต‰แต‰แต–สธ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ โ€œโ€ฆแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต— หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ฆโ€ แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’สท แต—แต‰หกหกหข สฐโฑหข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แ”†แต’ หขสฐแต‰ แตแตƒหขหขแตƒแตแต‰หข สฐโฑแต, สฐแต˜แตแตโฑโฟแต แตƒ หขแต’แถ แต— แต—แต˜โฟแต‰โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แต‰หกหก โฑแต— สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’สทโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ หขโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดณแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ ๐‘๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž: ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽ ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ.
new get sleepy karen plankton Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton POV Karen Karen (SpongeBob) random & short sleep & naps falling asleep in someone's lap seeking comfort sheldon j. plankton
แต€สฐแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟหข โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แต‡แต‰แตˆ สณแต’แต’แต สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต— แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แ”†แต’สณสณสธ โฑแถ  แดต หขโฟแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜ แต‰แตƒสณหกโฑแต‰สณ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดต สธแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต‰หกหกหข สฐแต‰สณโ€ง แดตแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— แต˜โฟสฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แต แต—แต’ สณแตƒโฑหขแต‰ แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰หข แต‡แต˜แต— หขสฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข โฟแต’แต— แต’แต›แต‰สณหกสธ แต’แต˜แต—สทแตƒสณแตˆหกสธ แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟแตƒแต—แต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟแตƒหก แต’สณ แต’โฟแต‰ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แต หขแต‰แต‰แตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟ แตˆแตƒโฟแตแต‰สณโธด สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐโ€ง แดฑแตƒสณหกโฑแต‰สณ แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโธด หขแต’แตแต‰ โฟแต‰สท โฑโฟแต›แต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แถ แตƒโฑหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง "แดต แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ สณแต˜หขแต—สณแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต’สทโฟ แต—โฑแตแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธ แถ แต’สณ โฟแต’แต— แตโฑแต›โฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สทโธด โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต—โ€ง แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แถ แต‰แต‰หก แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต‰แต–โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต แตƒแต หขแต˜สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‡แต‰หขแต—โ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'แต›แต‰ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰ โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สทสณแต’โฟแต; แดต หกโปหกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€ง" "แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โธด แตสธ แตˆแต‰แตƒสณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง แดบแต’สท สทแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แต˜แตสฐแต—แต—แตƒ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒ แตˆแตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหข สฐโฑแต หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต โฟแต’สท แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ หกแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แต–แตƒสณแต— แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหกหกสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สทสฐแต’'หข แตแต’หขแต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— โฟแต’สทโธด สฐแต‰'หข แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แถ โฑสณหขแต—โ€ง แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต’แถ  โฑแต—โธด หขสฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต— หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต—แต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒแตแต’ สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสธโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– หกแตƒแต—แต‰ แตแต’แต›โฑแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—; แตƒ แต‡แต‰โฟแตˆสธ หขแต—สณแตƒสท โฑโฟ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’แถ  โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰โฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แตหกแตƒแตˆ โฟแต’สท แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แ”†สทแต‰แต‰แต— แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหขโ€งโ€ง" แ”†สฐแต‰ สทสฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณหขโธด สฐแต’แต–โฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ โฑโฟ แต–แต‰แตƒแถœแต‰แถ แต˜หกโฟแต‰หขหขโ€ง โ•ฐ โœง ๏ฝฅ๏พŸโˆ™ โˆ— โ€” แดกแดส€แด… แด„แดแดœษดแด› โŸจ 2 4 8
new karen plankton Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton POV Karen Random & Short falling asleep touch averse character the planktons
แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แตƒแต›แต‰สณแตƒแตแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดต แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โฟ แต‰แตƒแถœสฐ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดนสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต˜แต– แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตแต‰โธด แตแต’หขแต— หกโฑแตแต‰หกสธ สทแต’สณแตโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต’สณ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€ง แดดโฑหข แตแตƒโฑโฟ แตแต’แตƒหก โฑหข แต—แต’ สณแต˜โฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰โฟแต‰แตสธ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหขโ€ง แดต แถ โฑหฃ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแตแถ แตƒหขแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต‰โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒโฟสธ แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แถœแต’แตแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต—หข แต—แต’โ€ง แดต สณแต‰แตโฑโฟแตˆ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สณแตƒหขสฐโ€ง แดต แต’แต›แต‰สณ หกแต’แต’แต สฐโฑหข แต–หกแตƒโฟหขโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตแต‰แต—หข แตแตƒแตˆ แต‰แตƒหขโฑหกสธโ€ง แดดแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แต‡โฑแต แต’สณ แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— โฟแต’แต— หขแตแตƒหกหกโ€ง แ”†แต’ แดต แต—สณสธ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— สฐโฑแต แต’แถ แถ  โฑแถ  แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’โ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข สทแต‰ แต‡โฑแถœแตแต‰สณ แต‡แต˜แต— แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แถœแตƒหกแต แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต’สณ แดต แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‰โฟแตˆ แต˜แต– แถ แต’สณแถœโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต—แตˆแต’แต’สณหขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒแต— หกแต˜โฟแถœสฐ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตแต’แต‰หข แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต˜โฟแถœสฐ สณแต˜หขสฐ แตƒแต— สณโฑแต›แตƒหก สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒโฑหกหข แตƒแต— หขแต—แต‰แตƒหกโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแต‰หข แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€ง "แต€แต’หกแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’" แดต'หกหก แตสณแต‰แต‰แต— สฐโฑแต หขแตƒสณแถœแตƒหขแต—โฑแถœแตƒหกหกสธโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แดต แตˆแต’ แตโฟแต’สท โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แต–แต˜หขสฐ โฑแต— สทสฐแต‰โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแต‰หข แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แตƒ แตโฑหขแต‰สณแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แถœสณแต˜หขสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดต แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แตƒโฟแตˆ หกโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰โฟ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ โฑแต— แตแต‰แต—หข แต—แต’ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต สทแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต’แต˜สณ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หข โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทแต’สณแตโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต แตแตƒสธ แตแต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แตสธ แตแตƒหก แต–แตƒหกหขโ€ง แดผแต—สฐแต‰สณสทโฑหขแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰แตƒแต—หข แตˆโฑโฟโฟแต‰สณ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แต—แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€ง แดดแต‰ หกแต’แต›แต‰หข แตแต’แต›โฑแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แต—หข แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แต’โฟแต‰โ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ โฑแต—'หข แต—โฑแตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แต—หข แตแต‰ แต—แต‰หกหก สฐโฑแต แตแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แต—แต˜แถœแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต โฑโฟโ€ง แดตแถ  แดต'แต หกแต˜แถœแตสธ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตโฑแต›แต‰ แตแต‰ แตƒ สฐแต˜แต แต’สณ แตโฑหขหข โฑแถ  โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง แดต แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰แต‰แต– แตˆแต’สทโฟ หกแต’แต›แต‰หข แตแต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ หขสฐแต’สท แตแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แดฐแต‰แต–แต‰โฟแตˆโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ สฐแต’สท แต‰หฃสฐแตƒแต˜หขแต—โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ สทแตƒหขโธด แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแตƒสณสณสธ สฐโฑแต หกโฑแถ แต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดต แตƒหกหขแต’ แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต‰แต– แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต— สทสฐแต‰โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰'หข สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– หขแต’ แตƒหข โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ สณโฑหกแต‰ สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–โ€ง แดฌแต— แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต—โฑแตแต‰หข สฐแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต’แถ แต—หกสธ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แดต แต—แต‰หกหก สฐโฑแต สฐแต’สท แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฌหข แถ แต’สณ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰หขโธด แดต แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰โฟ แต˜แต– แตแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกแต‰ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดต แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แตˆแต’ แตสธ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แต—แต’ หขแต’แต’แต—สฐแต‰ สฐโฑแต แถœแตƒหกแตหกสธ โฑโฟ สฐแต’แต–แต‰หข แต—แต’ สณแต‰หกแตƒหฃ สฐโฑแต แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’ แถ แตƒหกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰ สณแต˜แตˆแต‰ แตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หข แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แตƒ หขแต’แถ แต—โฑแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ สทแตƒสธ; แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแตˆ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธ สทแต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตƒหกหก แตƒสทแตƒสณแต‰ แตแต˜แถœสฐ สทแต‰ หกแต’แต›แต‰ แต‰แตƒแถœสฐ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€ง
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แดณแต‰แต— แตแต– ๐‘๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž: ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง. โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’แต— แต˜แต– แถ สณแต’แต สฐแต‰สณ หขแต‰แตƒแต— โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข โฟแต’สท แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฑโฟ แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ หขสฐแต’แต’แต สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณ หขโฑแตสฐแต—หกสธ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต˜แตˆแตแต‰โธด สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แตƒสฒแตƒสณโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด หขแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแต’โฟแต—โฑโฟแต˜แต‰ แต—แต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดต'หกหก หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ สณแต‰หขแต— แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณโ€ง แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต’สณ แตแต˜หขแต— แดต แถœแตƒสณสณสธ สธแต’แต˜?" แดบแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดณแต˜แต‰หขหข แดต'แต แถœแตƒสณสณสธโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐแต‰โฟโ€ง แดต'แต โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตˆโฑหขแต—แต˜สณแต‡ สธแต’แต˜ โฑแถ  โฑแต—'หข สฐแตƒสณแตˆแต‰สณ แต—แต’ สณแต’แต˜หขแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต‰แตƒหขโฑหกสธ แต–แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตสธหขแต‰หกแถ โ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’สท แต–แต˜แต—หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด สทโฑแต–โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แต’แถ แถ  สฐโฑแตโ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แถœแตƒแตแต‰โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต’แตแต‰ โฟแตƒแต—แต˜สณแตƒหกหกสธ แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’แต— แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰ โฑหข โฑแต—?" "แต€โฑแตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แต˜หข แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต–!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง
new Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton POV Karen Sleep & Naps sleeping sitting up karen plankton get up
แ”†โฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡สธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดผโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แถ  แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐสณแต‰สท แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต–แต–หกโฑโฟแต สฐแต’แต’แต แตƒหข โฑแต— แตƒแต—แต—แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แถ  แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แ”†แต‰แถœแต˜สณโฑโฟแต โฑแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต— แถปโฑแต– หกโฑโฟแต‰ แตแต‰แถœสฐแตƒโฟโฑหขแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜แตแต–แต‰แตˆ หขหกโฑแตˆโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แตƒแตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต–แต‰ หขแต—สณโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต›แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ โฑแต—โ€ง แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แตˆแต’สทโฟ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆแถ โฑสณหขแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒสณแตˆ แถœแต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— แต’โฟแถœแต‰ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต›โฑหขโฑแต’โฟ แต‡หกแต˜สณสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แตƒแตˆแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟแต—แต’ โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโฟแต‰หขหขโธด แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ โฑแต— แตƒหกหก แต˜โฟแถ แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰หกแต–หกแต‰หขหขหกสธโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถ สณแต’แถปแต‰ แตƒหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แถ แต’สณแต แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแต–แต–แตƒสณแตƒแต—แต˜หข สฐโฑแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แตƒแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒสธ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟแต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดดโฑหข แถœแต’แตแตƒแต—แต’หขแต‰ แต‡แต’แตˆสธ หขแต—โฑหกหก แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแต— แต‡แต‰แตƒแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— หขสฐแต’สท แตแต˜แถœสฐ โฑโฟแตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถ  หกโฑแถ แต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณสทโฑหขแต‰โธด โฟแต’สณ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ สฐแต‰ แตƒแถœแตโฟแต’สทหกแต‰แตˆแตแต‰ หขแต˜สณสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแตหข แตƒหข แตˆแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหกแตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตƒแถœแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตˆแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆโฟ'แต— แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตƒแถœแต— แต’สณ แตˆแต’ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแ‘ซแต˜แต‰แต‰แถปแต‰ สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แต‚แต‰ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—สณแต‰แต‰แต— แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต—โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แตƒ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แต’แต˜แต—โธด หขแต’ สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ แต—สณแต’แต—หข แต’แต›แต‰สณโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฑหขหขแต‰หข แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’แต—หข หกโฑแถœแตโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขหกโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰หขแต—! "แดต'แต›แต‰ แต‡สณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต— แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แต—แต’หกแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰แตƒสณหกโฑแต‰สณ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑสณหกหข โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’ โฟแต’แต— โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ 'หขแต’สณสณสธ แต—แต’ แต‡แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑหข โฑโฟ หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หกแต‰หขหข แถœแต’แตแตƒ' หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆแต‰หขแต–แต‰สณแตƒแต—แต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แถ หกโฑโฟแถœสฐ แต’สณ หขสฐแต’สท แตแต’แต›แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟแต‰สณโ€ง "แดต แตโฟแต’สท โฑแต—'หข แต‡แตƒแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ สทแต’โฟ'แต— สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐโฑหข แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข หขแต—สณแต‰แตƒแต แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง "แดต สทแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฑแต›แต‰ แต˜แต– แต’โฟโธด แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ โฑโฟโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต’แต‡แต‡โฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แตƒแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตƒสณแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑหข หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง แดนแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แถœสฐแตƒแต—แต—โฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดบแต’แต—โฑแถ โฑแถœแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต แดต'แตˆ หขโฑหกแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แตสธ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰! แดผสฐ สฐแต’สท แตˆแตƒสณแต‰ สฐแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—แต’แต–หข แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แต‰หฃแต–สณแต‰หขหขโฑแต’โฟ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตแต˜หขแต— แต‡แต‰ สทสณแต’โฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€ฝ แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตแต˜หขแต—'แต›แต‰ สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แต€สฐแต‰สธ หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’แต— แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒสณแตแต‰แตˆ หขแต—โฑหกหก แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰แต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถปโฑแต– หกโฑโฟแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต’สท สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตˆแต‰แต‰แต–หกสธ แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแต’แตแต–หกแต‰แต—แต‰หกสธ หกโฑแตแต–โ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขแถœแตƒโฟ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต’สณ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต?" แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆโธด แต‰หฃแตƒแตโฑโฟโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดบแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สทแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’ แต—แต’โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต’แต˜หขแต‰ แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหข แถ แต’สณ แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณโฟแต’แต’โฟโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแตƒแตˆ สทแตƒแต แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แต—แตƒโฑหกโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต˜หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒ แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแต แตƒแตˆสฒแตƒแถœแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตƒแต—โ€ง แดดแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ หขแต–แต’แต— แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หกแตƒแต–โ€ง "แดดแต‰หกหกแต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ; แดต'แต›แต‰ โฟแต’ สทแต’สณแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰หกสธ แต—แต’ โฑแตแต–สณแต’แต›แต‰! แต‚แต‰ หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ สทแตƒหข สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแตโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โธด แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต˜แถ แถ หกแต‰แตˆ หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แต’แถ  แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ สทแตƒสธ แต—แต’ แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดต สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแตˆแต’แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’แต—โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰หฃแต— สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต– สธแต‰แต— แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆโฟ'แต— หขแต˜แตแตแต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธ แต—แต’ สณแต’แต˜หขแต‰ โฟแต’สณ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ สธแต‰แต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหขโฟ'แต— แตƒหข แถœแต’แตแตƒแต—แต’หขแต‰ แตƒหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แถœแต’แตโฟโฑหขแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’แต—'หข แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’แต— แต‰แตƒแตแต‰สณ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰สธแต‰หกโฑแตˆ แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แต—สทโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—โฑหกหก แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแตƒหขแต–แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต‰หฃแถœโฑแต—แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— แต˜แต–แต’โฟ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แตแต’แต›แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แตโฑหขหขแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สทสฐแต’แต สทแต‰ แตƒหกหก แตโฟแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถœแต’แตƒหฃแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตโฑโฟ สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขแต–แต’แต— โฟแต˜แตˆแตแต‰ สฐโฑแต แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต˜โฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตƒแถœแต— แตˆโฑสณแต‰แถœแต—หกสธโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฑแตสฐแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขหกแต’สทหกสธ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง โฑฝโฑหขโฑแต’โฟ โฟแต’แต— หขแต’ แต‡หกแต˜สณสณสธ โฟแต’สท สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ หกโฑแถ แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง "แดนแตโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง" "แตแต’สธโธด สทสฐแตƒ?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡หกโฑโฟแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แตสณแต’แตแตสธโธด แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒโฑโฟ แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒหกหก แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ สณแต‰แตโฑหขแต—แต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดผแต˜โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต˜หกหก แต–แตƒโฑโฟ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰ หขสฐแตƒสณแต–แต‰สณโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰โธด สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ; แตแตƒสฐโธด สทสฐแต‰โฟ แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒโธด สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’โฟโ€ฝ" แดดแต‰'แตˆ แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แตƒ แถ แต˜หกหก หขแต‰โฟแต—แต‰โฟแถœแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แถปโฑแต– หกโฑโฟแต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— แถ แต‰หกหก; หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แต แถœแตƒสณแต‰ แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜โ€ง" แดฌโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดตแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธโธด หขแต’โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต—สณแต’แตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแตโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก แต—แต’ แตˆโฑแถปแถปสธ แต—แต’ หขโฑแต— แต˜แต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–สณโฑแตสฐแต— หขแต’ แตƒหข แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แตƒ แตˆสณโฑโฟแต แต’แถ  สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณโ€ง "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต’ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต–แตƒแถœแต‰?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แ”†แต—แตƒสธโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ แตโฟแต’สท โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต สฒแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต สณแต‰หขแต—โธด สฐแต’หกแตˆ แตสธ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡สธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง
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Fandom: SpongeBob SquarePants (Cartoon) Relationship: Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton Characters: Karen (SpongeBob)Sheldon J. Plankton Language: English https://archiveofourown.org/works/53451349 My Tiny Genius RibbonDee Summary: After a long day of once again trying and failing to steal the Krabby Patty Secret Formula, Plankton is feeling down in the dumps. It's up to Karen to cheer him up.
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แ”†แตƒแถœสณโฑแถ โฑแถœโฑโฟแต โคฅ ๐‚๐–:๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ŸŽ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ pt. 1 โคฅ ๐‚๐–:๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ŸŽ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข สณแต˜โฟโฟโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แถœสณแต‰แต— แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข สทแตƒหข แถœแต’แตแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แต–แต˜แต— แต—แต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต–โฑแถœแตหกแต‰หข! แต‚สฐสธ หขแต’ แตแตƒโฟสธ แต–โฑแถœแตหกแต‰หข? สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟ แตƒ แต–โฑแถœแตหกแต‰ สธแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰หกแถ !" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒหข แตƒ แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แตƒสทแตƒสธโธด แต‡แตƒแถœแตโฑโฟแต แตƒสทแตƒสธ แตƒหข แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข แต—สฐสณแต‰แตƒแต—แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ สทโฑหกหก แต‡แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰โ€ง แดพโฑแถœแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณโธด แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข สทแตƒหข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ สฐแต˜สณแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต›แต‰โ€ง "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแต—แถœสฐ!" แดดแต‰ สธแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆโธด แต—สฐสณแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แต‰แต—สทแต‰แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'หกหก สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แตˆแต‰แตƒหก สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต!" แดฌโฟแตสณโฑหกสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒหกหก สฐโฑหข หขแต—สณแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต˜โฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณโ€ง แ”†แต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต สฐแต˜สณหก โฑแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ โฑโฟ แถ สณแต’โฟแต— แต’แถ  สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณ สฐโฑแต— สฐโฑแตโธด หขแต—สณโฑแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แดดแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สธแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข โฑแต— แต–แต’แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโธด แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแต หกโฑแตแต– แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ หขโฑหกแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ โฑโฟ หขสฐแต’แถœแตโธด หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แถœแต’แตแต–หกแต‰แต—แต‰หกสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณหกสธ แตโฟแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต˜หขสฐแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜หขแต—แต’แตแต‰สณหข แต’แต˜แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ 'แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ' หขโฑแตโฟโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แถœแต’โฟแถœแต‰สณโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ แต–แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ โฑโฟ แตแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตแต’แต— แตˆแตƒแตแต– แถœหกแต’แต—สฐ สณแตƒแต สทโฑแต–แต‰ แต—แต’ แต–แต˜แต— แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—โฑหกหก แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถ หกโฑโฟแถœสฐ แต’สณ แตแต’แต›แต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขหกโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰หขแต—โ€ง "แดดแต‰ หกแต’แต’แตหข หกโฑแถ แต‰หกแต‰หขหขโธด หขแต–สณแตƒสทหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰หข สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ สฐโฑหข หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หข แตˆโฑแตˆ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟโธด สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰แต‡สณแต’สท แถ แต˜สณสณแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แต‡แต‰แตโฑโฟโฟโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดดโฑ!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒ แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณหข แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง "แดฌแตƒแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณโ€ง แดดแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต–แตƒโฑโฟ หขสทโฑสณหกแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หขแต—สณแต˜แตแตหกแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถœแต’แตแต–สณแต‰สฐแต‰โฟแตˆโ€ง "แตโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขโฑแต— แต˜แต–โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแต’แต— สฐโฑแต หขแต’แตแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แตˆสณโฑโฟแต โฑแต—โ€ง "แดฌสฐแต˜สฐโธด แต’สทโ€ง แต‚สฐแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แต—แตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— หขหกแต’สทโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰โ€ง สธแต’แต˜'หกหก แต‡แต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แถ โฑโฟแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡?" "สธแต‰หขโธด แดต'แต สณโฑแตสฐแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แดต แตแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜โ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต˜แตแตแต’โฟ หขแต—สณแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต– แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ โฟแต’แต—โ€ง "แดบแต’แต— หขแต’ แถ แตƒหขแต—!" แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑแตแต–แตƒแถœแต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สฐโฑแต— แตแต’สณแต‰ โฑโฟแต—แต‰โฟหขแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต หขแต‰แต—แต—หกแต‰โ€ง "แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒโฟ แดต แตแต’ สฐแต’แตแต‰ หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แต’แต˜สณ แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰?" "สธแต‰หข แดนสณโ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต‡แต‰โฟแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— แตแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตแต‰แต— สทแต‰หกหก สณแต‰หขแต—แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง" แดดแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ แดต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แต—แตƒหกแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต— แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰?" "แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟ แตแต‰ แต’แถ แถ โฑแถœแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰แต หขแต–แตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง "แดต สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหขโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ แดต แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ สทแตƒหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐแต˜สณแต— สธแต’แต˜โธด แดต หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แต‰โฟแตˆแตƒโฟแตแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰หกแถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แถ แต’สณ แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐสธ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแตƒแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แถœสณสธโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แต‚แต‰'แต›แต‰ หขแต–แต‰โฟแต— สฐแตƒหกแถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณแต แตˆแตƒสธ แถ แต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหขแต—โ€ง สธแต’แต˜ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต’แต˜แต— แถœแต’หกแตˆ แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต— สฐโฑแต—โ€ง แ”†แต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‰สธแต‰ สณแต’หกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต˜แตแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— หขแ‘ซแต˜แต‰แต‰แถปแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—โฑแตสฐแต—หกสธ สฐแตƒสณแตˆ!" "แ”†แต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—โฑหกหก สฐแต’หกแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แถ แถ โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง "แดณแต’แต—แต—แตƒ หกแต’แถœแต แต˜แต–โธด แต‡แต’สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต’แตแต‰?" "สธแต‰หขโธด แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‡สณโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑโฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‡สณแต˜โฑหขแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตสณแต‰แต‰แต— สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟแต‰สณโ€ง "แดผสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แตสธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต’แถ แตƒโ€ง "แดฌ แถœแต˜หขแต—แต’แตแต‰สณ สทแตƒหข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ สฐแตƒสณแต แตแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’แต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟสฒแต˜สณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐ แถ โฑสณหขแต—โ€ง แ”†แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜หขแต—แต’แตแต‰สณ แต—สฐสณแต‰สท แต—สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหข แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต— แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแตแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณโธด หขแต—แตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ สณแต‰แตˆ แถ สณแต’แต สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแต‰แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ฝ" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต— สฐแต‰สณ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโ€ง to be cont. Pt. 2
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แ”†โฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡สธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดผโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แถ  แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐสณแต‰สท แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต–แต–หกโฑโฟแต สฐแต’แต’แต แตƒหข โฑแต— แตƒแต—แต—แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แถ  แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แ”†แต‰แถœแต˜สณโฑโฟแต โฑแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต— แถปโฑแต–หกโฑโฟแต‰ แตแต‰แถœสฐแตƒโฟโฑหขแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜แตแต–แต‰แตˆ หขหกโฑแตˆโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แตƒแตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต–แต‰ หขแต—สณโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต›แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ โฑแต—โ€ง แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แตˆแต’สทโฟ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆแถ โฑสณหขแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒสณแตˆ แถœแต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— แต’โฟแถœแต‰ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสท แตƒโฟแตˆ สณแตƒโฟ แต’แต˜แต— แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโธด หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–โ€ง แดดแต’สทแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰สธแต‰ สณแต’หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒ โฟแต’โฑหขแต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหกโธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแต—แถœสฐโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แถ แตƒโฑโฟแต—โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แตƒแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒสธ หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒหข แต˜โฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แดธโฑหขแต—โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข โฑโฟ แตˆแต‰หขแต–แต‰สณแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหกหขแต’ แตโฟแต‰สท แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แตƒ แตโฑสณหกหข แต—สณโฑแต–โธด หขแต’ สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต— สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ แต—สณแต’แต—หข แต’แต›แต‰สณโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฑหขหขแต‰หข แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’แต—หข หกโฑแถœแตโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขหกโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰หขแต—! "แดต แต‡สณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต— แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แต€สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโธด สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข หขแต—สณแต‰แตƒแต แตˆแต’สทโฟ สฐโฑหข แถ แตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง "แดพหกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ แต’สฐ แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต’แต‡แต‡โฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แตƒแต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑหข หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต˜หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒ แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแต แตƒแตˆสฒแตƒแถœแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐโ€ง แดดแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ หขแต–แต’แต—โ€ง "แดต'หกหก หขแต–แต‰โฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— หขแต’ สทแต‰'หกหก แต‡แต‰ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡สธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดณแต’แต’แตˆ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แตˆแต‰แตƒสณ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ! แดต สฐแต’แต–แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แต— แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟสธ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตโฑหขหขแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แต˜หข!" แดทโฑหขหขโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แถ แต’สณแต‰สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒแต— แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต’สท แตแต‰ แตƒ หขโฑแตโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถœสณสธโฑโฟแต แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— สทแตƒโฑแต—โฑโฟแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แต‡แต’แต’แตหข สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แต‡แต’แต’แต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰โ€ง "แดฌ แต‡แต’แต’แต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฟแต˜แถœหกแต‰แตƒสณ แต–แต’สทแต‰สณโ€งโ€ง" แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกแต‰แตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ หขโฑแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดต'หกหก หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตโฑโฟโฟโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแต’แต— โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ สฐโฑหข แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง 'แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜? แดต แตƒแต แตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต’แต˜หขแต‰โ€งโ€ง' แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’แถ  แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง "แดต'แต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—!" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰โฟแต— สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‡แต’แต’แตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแตƒหกแถ  แต’แถ  โฑแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— หกโฑแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต–แตƒสณแต—โฑแถœแต˜หกแตƒสณหกสธ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แต–แต— แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆโฑโฟแต โฑแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€ง แดพแต‰แต—หข แตƒสณแต‰ หขแตแตƒสณแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแตƒโฟ หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰โธด หขแต’ หขแต–แต’แต— แตโฟแต‰สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแตƒโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— โฑแตแตแต‰แตˆโฑแตƒแต—แต‰หกสธ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ โฟแต˜แตˆแตแต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰แต—แต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆ หขหกแต’สทหกสธ แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต˜สณแต‰หกสธ สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณสธโ€ง "แ”†แต–แต’แต— หกแต’แต›แต‰หข สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต’ แตˆแต’ แดตโ€ง แต‚แต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฟแต— สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ สทแต‰หกหกโ€ง สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแต’ แตƒแตแตƒแถปโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดบแต’ แตแตƒแต—แต—แต‰สณ สทสฐแตƒแต—โธด โฑแต—'หข แตƒ แต–สณแต’แตโฑหขแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ แถœแต’แตแต–หกโฑแตแต‰โฟแต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰โฟโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’แต— แต‡แตƒสณแตแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ หขสฐแต’สท หขหกโฑแตสฐแต— แตแต’แต›แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— แตƒหข หขแต–แต’แต— แต‡แตƒสณแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดธแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€ง" หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’ แต–สณแต’แต˜แตˆโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰โฟ แต˜แต–โธด สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แตƒสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โป สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ สทแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถ แต‰แต‰หก แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒโฑโฟ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต— สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€ง "สธแตƒแต’โธด สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ; สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’โฟโ€ฝ" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆโธด แตˆแตƒแถปแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต—โฑหกหก สทแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง แดถแต˜หขแต— แต—สฐแต‰โฟโธด แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แถœแตƒแตแต‰ โฑโฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‡แต’แตƒสณแตˆ แตแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง "แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แดต แต‡สณแต˜โฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแตแต‰!" แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แต–หกแต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฑแต›แต‰ แต˜หข แตƒ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต— แดพแตƒแต—?" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แต–หกแตƒสธแต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต–แต’แต—โ€ง "แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แถœแต’โฟแถ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตสณแต’แตแตสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต— สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€ง แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต‰หกหก แตแต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต˜แต– แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก สทแตƒหข แตˆโฑหขแต’สณโฑแต‰โฟแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แต€สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แถ  แต’แถ  สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต—'หขโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธ สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰หกหก แต’แถ แถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกแต‰แถ แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต‡สธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต แดต สทแตƒหขโฟ'แต— สฐแต’แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแตโ€ง" "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต‰แต‰ แตแต‰ แตƒหข แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ?" "แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰! แดบแต’สท หกแต‰แต—'หข หขแต‰แต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— แตแตƒแตแต‰ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต'หข แตแต’แต—โ€งโ€ง" "แดฐแต’แต‰หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต–หกแตƒสธ?" "แต‚แต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—สณสธ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต'หข โฟแต‰สท แตแตƒแตแต‰!" "แถ โฑโฟแต‰ แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหขโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ แดต แตƒหขแต สธแต’แต˜ สทสฐสธ สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต‰หกแต– แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแตƒแตˆ แตƒ หกโฑแต—แต—หกแต‰ แถ แตƒหกหก แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ โฟแต’สท! แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหก สธแต‰แต— หขแต’ แต‡แต˜แต— แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สทแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ สณแต’หกหก แตˆโฑแถœแต‰ แถ แต’สณ?" "แดณแต’ แตƒสฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโธด สทสฐแต’ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หขหขแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแถœแต‰ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแถœแต‰ แต˜โฟโฑโฟแต—แต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟแตƒหกหกสธ สฐโฑแต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต’แต— แตˆแตƒแถปแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แตƒ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง "แต‚แตƒแต—แถœสฐ โฑแต—!" แดดแต‰ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ สทแต‰แตƒแตหกสธโ€ง "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแตแต‰'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰หขแต— สณโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜แต– แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐโธด แถ สณแต˜หขแต—สณแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰หกแต–?" แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต‰หกแต–โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฟแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฟแต—หข แต—แต’ สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณโธด แดพแตƒแต—โ€ง แดต'หกหก แถœแตƒแต—แถœสฐ แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒแต— แตƒโฟ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต—โฑแตแต‰!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต˜แตแตแต‰แตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰โฟแต— สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหขโธด หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข สทแต‰หกหก แต˜แต– โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑหข สทสณแต’โฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ'แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแต‰แต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต˜แต– แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐ!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แถ สณแต’แต สฐแต‰สณ แต—สณโฑแต–โ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ! แดผสฐ แดต แตƒแต แตหกแตƒแตˆ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑหข สทโฑแถ แต‰ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’แต— สทแต‰โฟแต— แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณโ€ง "แดดแต‰สธโ€งโ€ง" "แดดโฑโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ; แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธ!" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสธ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—?" "แดต หขแต˜สณแต‰ สทโฑหกหก!"
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โ €โ „โก€โ ฐโฃ€โ ‚โ „โข€โ  โข€โ €โ „โข‚โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โ €โ „โก€โ  โข€โ  โข€โ  โ โก€โข‚โ คโ €โ „โก€โข€โ ‚โข€โ  โข€โ €โ „โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โ  โข€โ €โ  โข€โ ‚โก€โ „โ  โข€โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€ โ ˆโข„โ กโ โก โ โ Žโ €โ „โ ‚โ ˆโ „โกˆโ „โ โ  โ โ  โข€โ ‚โ „โก€โ ‚โ „โก€โ ‚โ „โก€โ ‚โ „โ ‚โ „โ โก€โ ‚โ „โ กโ โก€โ โ „โก€โ ‚โ „โข‚โ โก‚โข‚โ โข โ โข€โ ˆโ „โก€โ ‚โ จโข€โ ‚โ „โ โ  โ โ €โ „โ ‚โ „โก€โ ‚โ „โ ‚โ  โ โ  โ โข€โ ‚โ โ  โ €โ ‚โ „โก€โ ‚โก€โ „โ ‚โก€โ ‚โ „โ โ  โ โ €โ „โ ‚โ  โข€โ ‚โ „โ ‚โ  โ โ €โ Œโข€โ ‚โ ˆโ „โก€โข‚โ โกˆโ „โกโ  โข€โ ‚โ „โ € โขˆโ ‚โ ฑโกˆโ „โ ƒโ Œโ ‚โ โ ˆโ โ  โ โ ˆโ โ €โ ‚โ โ €โ €โ ‚โ „โ โ „โ €โ กโ โ €โ ‚โ ˆโ €โ Œโ โ  โ ˆโ โ  โ โ โ ˆโ „โ  โ โ ‚โ „โ ‚โ โ ‚โ Œโ  โ ‚โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โ โ „โ โ €โ ˆโ โ €โ ‚โ โกโ ˆโ €โ โ  โ ˆโ โ €โ กโ โ ˆโ €โ €โ โ ‚โ โ ‚โ โ €โกโข€โ ‚โกโ €โ ‚โ ˆโ  โ โ ‚โ ˆโ โ ˆโกโ €โ €โ ‚โ โ „โ กโ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ โ €โ โก€โ ‚โ โ  โ โ  โ €โ ‚โ Œโก€ โ €โ Žโขกโ €โขธโฃถโ €โขฐโฃถโฃ„โ ˆโ €โขธโกโ €โ €โ €โฃผโขนโฃงโ €โ €โขฐโฃถโฃ†โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโ €โขธโฃถโ €โ €โข€โฃทโกฆโ €โฃถโฃถโ €โ €โ กโ ˆโขฐโกžโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โฃพโกฟโฃฟโกฟโ ฟโ ‡โขโฃพโ ฟโ ฟโ ฟโ ฟโ €โ €โ „โขˆโ €โฃทโก†โ €โฃถโฃถโก€โ €โ €โฃฟโก‡โ €โข โฃดโฃถโฃถโฃคโฃคโ €โ €โ €โฃดโขปโฃ‡โ €โ €โขฐโฃถโฃ†โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโ €โขธโกถโ €โขฐโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ฟโ ฟโ €โข โฃถโก€โ €โฃฐโกถโ €โ ˆโข€โ  โ ˆโก”โขโ ‚โขธโฃฟโ €โขธโฃ‡โขปโก†โ €โขธโฃงโ €โ €โข โกฏโ €โขฟโก€โ €โ €โฃงโขปโฃ‡โ €โ €โฃฟโ €โขธโฃฟโ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโ ฟโฃพโกƒโ €โ โ €โฃฟโ ‚โขนโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โขˆโฃฟโ €โข€โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โก€โ ‚โ €โฃฟโก‡โ €โขปโกโฃทโก€โ €โ ปโก‡โ €โฃฟโฃฟโก€โ ˆโ ‰โ โ €โ €โขฐโกโ ˆโฃฟโก€โ €โ ธโฃŸโขปโฃ†โ €โ ˜โขฟโ €โขธโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขฟโฃฐโ Ÿโ €โ €โ €โ ‚โ „ โข‚โ ฐโ ˆโ „โฃธโฃฟโ €โขธโฃฟโ ˆโขปโฃ†โ ธโฃฟโ €โ €โฃพโก—โ ›โขปโฃทโ €โ €โฃฟโก‚โ ปโฃงโ €โฃฟโกƒโขจโฃฟโก†โ €โขฟโฃพโ €โ ›โ €โขฟโฃงโ €โ €โฃธโฃฟโ šโ บโฃฟโก€โ ˆโกโ €โฃฟโ ‡โ €โ €โ  โฃฟโ ฟโ ฟโ ฟโ €โ €โ โก€โ Œโ €โฃฟโก‡โ €โขธโก—โ ˜โขฟโก„โขธโก‡โ €โ €โ ™โ ปโขทโฃคโก€โ €โข€โฃฟโก—โ ›โขปโฃงโ €โ €โฃฟโ ‚โ ปโฃงโ €โฃฟโก€โขธโฃฟโก„โ €โ €โ ˆโฃฟโก„โ €โ โ  โ €โขธโฃทโ €โ €โข€โ กโ ˆโ „ โข€โ ƒโกœโ €โฃนโฃฟโก†โ €โฃฟโก‡โ €โขปโฃงโฃฟโ €โฃธโฃฟโ ƒโ €โ ˆโฃฟโก†โ €โฃฟโก‡โ €โ นโฃทโฃฟโก‡โขธโฃฝโก‡โขฐโฃฟโกŸโ €โ €โ €โ ˆโฃทโก€โข โฃฟโกโ €โ €โขปโฃงโ €โ โ €โฃฟโฃฝโ €โข€โ €โฃฟโก€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ โฃคโ €โ โ €โข€โฃฟโฃฟโ €โขธโฃฝโ €โ ˆโขฟโฃผโฃทโ €โฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃฝโกงโ €โฃผโฃฟโ ƒโ €โ ˜โฃฟโก†โ €โฃฏโก‡โ €โ นโฃงโฃฟโก…โฃธโฃฟโก‡โ €โ  โ €โฃฟโก‡โ €โข€โ ‚โ โฃผโฃฟโก€โ €โ  โ โขˆโ  โก€โ Žโกโก€โ ™โ ›โ ƒโ €โ ›โ ƒโ €โก„โ ™โ ›โ €โ ‰โ ‰โ €โขฐโก‡โ ˜โ ‰โ €โ ›โ ›โ €โข€โ ™โ ›โ ƒโ ˜โ ›โ ƒโ ˜โ ›โ ƒโ €โ €โกโ โ ›โ ‡โ ˆโ ‰โ €โ €โก€โ ˆโ ‹โ €โ €โ ‚โ ™โ ›โ €โข€โ €โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ‹โ €โ €โ Œโ €โ ›โ ›โ €โ ธโ ›โ ‚โ €โ ˆโ ›โ “โ €โ ›โ ‰โ ‰โ โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ‰โ €โ €โก€โ ˜โ โ €โ Ÿโ “โ €โ €โ ™โ ›โ ƒโ ›โ ›โ ƒโ €โ  โ €โ ›โ ƒโ €โ  โขˆโ €โ ›โ ›โ ƒโ €โ ‚โกโข€โ ‚ โ ฐโฃŒโฃฐโฃกโฃขโฃ–โกฒโฃ–โกดโฃขโข–โฃŸโขทโฃ–โฃฒโกœโฃ–โ ฒโฃญโขปโฃ•โฃฒโฃšโกดโฃคโฃ–โฃบโก‚โข€โ €โ  โข€โ €โก€โ €โ „โก€โข‚โ โก€โ „โ  โ €โ „โข‚โ  โ โกโ  โ โกˆโขโ €โฃ‚โ โฃ€โ ‚โก„โข โ €โก€โ „โก€โ „โกˆโ „โ กโข€โ €โ  โ €โก€โ „โ โ  โข€โก€โ „โ  โก€โข‚โ โก€โ ‚โ Œโก€โ „โกโ  โ โก€โ  โ €โ „โก€โ  โ โก€โข€โ  โ €โก€โ „โข€โ ‚โ กโ €โ „โกโข€โ ‚โ „โก€โข€โ  โข€โ โ „โ ‚โ Œ โข‚โ Œโกนโ “โขงโฃšโ ทโกงโขฝโกนโฃŽโขฏโกŸโฃฎโขฟโกฌโกบโขฝโฃฑโกทโกพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโฃœโกฟโขทโฃคโ ˆโฃโ ‚โ Œโกโข‰โ โ ฐโข€โ ’โ  โขˆโ ”โ ‰โกโข‚โข‚โ ฑโข€โ ƒโ …โ ’โกˆโ ”โก โ ƒโก„โข’โ ˆโขขโ ‘โกคโ กโ โก โ โกŒโ ฐโก€โก‰โ คโ โ ”โกˆโ Œโกโ ‚โ โ ˆโ „โก‘โข‚โก‘โข โ ƒโข‚โ ”โข‚โกโ กโก‘โข โ ‘โ จโกโ „โฃโ ’โ ˆโข„โ ‚โ …โกฐโ ˆโ „โ Œโข‚โ ‰โกโ  โ ‚โ Œโกโขˆโ โข‚โ „โก‰โข„โ ฑโฃจ โ Œโก’โขคโ ‰โ †โกŒโ ™โ žโกฅโ ทโ ฉโฃžโขโกฆโฃซโ โฃฏโข’โกณโฃผโ ฑโฃžโขญโฃžโกทโขฟโฃผโฃปโขฟโฃฟโฃ†โ ˆโก”โกˆโข„โ ƒโก’โขจโข€โ ƒโข†โ จโกโขโ †โก‚โ ”โกจโ โกŒโฃโ ’โกŒโ คโก‘โขŒโ ขโก‰โข†โ ฑโฃ€โ ฃโ œโข โขโ ขโขกโ โกโ ขโก‘โ Œโ ฐโข โขโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‚โ ˜โ €โขŽโ ฐโกˆโ †โก„โขƒโ „โฃƒโ Œโข’โ  โ ’โก„โก˜โขŒโ  โขŠโ ”โก โข‘โกˆโ †โฃโ ’โกˆโ ฅโกˆโ ”โขจโ โกŒโฃโฃ‚โก”โฃจโฃถโฃฟ โฃพโกŸโฃถโฃ‹โก’โกŒโกฑโข˜โ คโขฃโ ‘โฃ„โ Šโกœโ จโฃ‰โขšโกฉโข‘โ ฎโข›โ ธโฃฃโขžโฃœโ ณโ โก“โข‹โ ›โ ›โ ทโ ถโก’โ คโก‘โกโข‚โ Œโขขโ Œโก‚โ œโก โข‚โ ฑโกˆโก”โขกโกโขขโ กโขฐโขโ ’โกŒโขกโ œโฃ โขƒโก„โขฃโขŠโก…โขขโ ‘โก„โ ฃโขŒโ กโ ‚โ ‰โ ‚โ โ ขโ „โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โ คโ ƒโ œโกฐโกˆโข†โก˜โข โขŽโกฐโขโ ฃโฃโ กโข‚โก‘โข‚โกŒโกโขขโ โกŒโข„โ ขโฃโ †โกฑโขˆโขขโขโฃผโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ›โฃฟ โฃญโก›โกฝโขฟโกทโฃœโขฐโฃฉโข‚โข‡โกฉโข„โ ฃโกŒโขฑโก€โขฃโ ฐโฃโ šโก„โก“โ คโขŠโก”โกฉโก˜โข„โ ฃโก˜โขŒโกกโขƒโ ”โกกโ †โ …โ ƒโ šโก„โขชโ โก‰โ ดโฃญโก†โ ฑโขˆโ †โกŒโฃ…โขŠโก…โฃŠโ ฑโขŒโขขโก‰โขฆโฃˆโ ’โกฅโขŠโ ฌโฃ‘โขŠโก”โ ƒโ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‘โ ขโกโข’โ คโฃกโ ‹โกดโฃโขŽโ ฐโฃŒโ กโข‚โก…โขฃโ ˜โก„โขฃโ ‘โกขโขœโฃดโฃฆโกโฃพโฃฟโฃปโขณโขฏโฃŸโกตโฃป โข โข’โกฑโขŠโก”โฃŠโ –โฃกโ โก˜โกดโฃ‰โ žโฃŒโ ฃโกœโฃกโ “โกŒโ ณโกฐโข‰โขŽโ ฅโก’โกฑโก˜โฃŒโ ฒโก‰โข†โ ฒโฃ‰โขšโก€โขฒโฃถโก€โขฌโฃคโฃฅโฃฌโก–โฃ โฃฟโก‡โก˜โขŒโกœโกฐโข‚โ ฃโก˜โขคโ ‹โฃ†โ ฃโขœโ ขโฃŒโ ณโก˜โกœโ ฆโขกโ ฃโฃŒโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ กโขˆโ โก€โ €โ ฑโก˜โฃŒโ ’โ โ ™โก”โกกโขŽโกฑโขŒโขฃโ ฃโฃ˜โ ฅโขšโฃŒโ ฅโก™โ „โฃฟโฃฟโขฟโฃโฃฟโขฟโกฟโฃฏโฃ›โขพโกตโฃป โข โ ‡โกงโฃฉโ –โฃโ บโก”โฃฉโ “โขฆโกฑโขšโกดโขฃโก“โกคโข›โฃŒโขณโกกโขโกŽโฃ–โขฑโขฃโกฑโขŒโขฃโ โฃจโ ฒโฃกโขŽโ ฒโก„โขปโฃฟโฃ†โขปโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โฃฟโกฟโ …โฃธโกดโกถโ ’โกฅโก‚โฃโ ขโกโฃคโ ซโกœโกฑโกŒโขงโฃ™โ €โ €โ ˆโกณโกŒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‚โ „โก€โ €โ €โขณโ Œโข€โก€โขคโ “โฃœโขขโขญโกžโก†โฃ‹โกฐโฃพโฃพโฃฟโฃทโฃถโกพโฃฟโกฟโขฏโกฟโกœโกญโข–โกณโกœโขงโฃนโขณ โขขโ โกฆโขฑโฃ‹โขฆโ ณโฃœโกกโขโ ถโกฑโฃโขฒโขฃโกโกฒโฃฅโขŠโก‡โขถโฃ‰โ ˆโ ˆโขโกณโขœโกฌโขฒโกฉโฃ’โ ตโขŠโกคโ ถโ ถโ คโขฉโข‰โฃˆโฃˆโกกโขคโ คโฃŒโ ถโฃ’โกฒโก„โกโก”โฃฃโ ธโฃกโ “โกฆโข›โกดโขฃโกโกฒโขฌโกนโกœโฃฅโฃ€โ ™โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โ €โ €โ €โกฅโกธโกœโฃœโขชโ ณโฃŒโ žโกฌโฃ›โ ดโฃ™โขฅโกŠโขญโฃ’โก’โขฎโ ญโ ญโฃ•โ ซโฃ–โ นโกœโฃฃโ ฝโฃ™โ žโฃฐโขซ โก˜โกŽโฃ•โขฃโก‡โฃŽโขณโขฌโก“โฃญโกšโกตโขฌโก“โขฎโ ดโฃ™โ ถโฃฉโ žโ ‘โ Šโ €โ €โ “โ ฃโกโขฌโขฃโก•โก…โขฐโฃ’โข–โกปโฃŒโ ฟโกฅโขโ ถโฃฌโ นโฃโ ทโฃŽโกโฃฎโกฑโก‡โขฌโ ฑโข†โ ธโ €โข€โ ตโข‹โฃœโฃกโกพโกดโขงโฃฒโ ดโฃคโขŒโฃ‰โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฐโขฃโขงโกนโขดโขฃโขโ ถโฃนโ ธโฃฅโขซโกœโขฆโฃนโข’โกฆโกโฃŽโ žโฃฅโฃ‹โ žโกดโขซโก•โขฆโก›โฃฌโ นโฃฅโขš โ ธโฃ…โกโขฎโกณโฃ™โขŽโขฎโก•โขฆโกโฃœโขฃโกโฃซโ žโกโ ‹โข€โ  โ €โ โ €โ €โข‚โ โก„โ ‰โขถโกนโ žโ ธโฃ˜โขฎโฃ“โ ฝโ Šโกฑโข‰โ žโกฐโ ‰โ ˆโก‘โขฆโก™โฃ†โ ปโกดโข‰โ žโกธโ ˆโก”โข‹โกดโฃ›โฃฎโกฝโขถโฃซโขŸโขฎโกปโฃโขฎโฃ›โกฝโฃซโกณโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฎโขฑโฃŽโกตโฃ‹โ žโฃฌโ ณโฃฅโข›โขฆโขฃโก›โฃŽโ ถโฃ™โกฒโกโฃฌโข›โกดโฃฉโ žโฃโขณโกœโฃฃโกโขฆโฃ›โ ดโขซ โ ฑโฃŽโกตโขซโก•โฃซโขžโขบโกœโฃฃโขฝโก˜โขงโขบโกฑโ โ €โกโ €โก€โ „โ โกˆโ €โ „โข‚โ ˆโข†โ €โขงโก€โ €โกโ ถโฃ‰โข†โก€โขกโข‰โ ฆโขกโขƒโ „โฃฑโขฃโกโฃฌโขณโฃนโขˆโกžโกโข‚โฃดโกปโฃœโกปโข–โกปโฃโกฝโฃ›โขพโขณโ ฏโฃžโขงโกโขทโกฝโฃŽโกทโฃขโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃธโก”โกฏโขถโกนโฃโก›โฃ–โขซโกผโกนโขŽโกณโ ฝโฃŒโ ปโกดโฃ“โกนโขฆโขซโ –โฃงโก›โฃœโขฃโกžโฃฅโ ปโกœโขฎโกโฃซ โขฑโขŽโกงโฃปโกœโฃงโขžโกณโฃœโขงโขณโกโฃงโขฃโ Ÿโ โกโ €โข€โ €โ „โ ‚โฃ€โ โก€โข‚โ โกˆโข†โ ˜โข โ ‡โฃ™โขงโก“โฃŽโ ผโฃกโขŽโกœโฃฅโ šโ œโฃโ “โขšโกดโฃซโกœโก†โ •โฃ โขฏโกถโฃโกพโฃโกฏโฃทโ ปโฃœโกปโฃฎโขทโฃปโกœโกฟโฃผโขณโกžโฃผโขณโกโฃฏโ „โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ  โ €โ „โ  โก€โ €โ ˆโ ‰โ ƒโ ทโฃฑโข›โกผโฃฃโ พโ ™โ งโกโกงโฃโขฟโกฑโฃโ ฎโ ณโ โ พโ ฑโ ฏโขœโฃณโขšโกตโฃซโกโขพโกธโขต โ ฌโฃ‡โ ทโฃฑโขโกถโขญโกžโกผโฃŽโขทโฃšโขฆโกโกโ €โ €โ „โข‚โฃ€โกดโขฎโกโขงโฃ„โ ‚โ โ  โ ˆโ „โกฆโฃ„โขธโขฒโขฝโกธโฃโก–โ ‹โข€โก€โขฌโ คโก”โฃ†โกปโฃœโฃณโฃšโก…โขฐโขฏโฃžโกตโขฏโกผโขงโกฟโ €โฃ€โกทโฃปโฃœโฃงโขทโ ‹โขนโฃžโกทโฃโฃฎโฃณโกโขถโกƒโ €โ €โ €โข€โ โกˆโข„โ ‚โกกโขŠโ โ คโข‰โ โฃ‚โ ฐโข€โ ˆโ ‹โฃถโขนโ †โ €โฃ โฃ“โ งโ ›โ Šโ โก€โ €โก„โข โก’โ  โ €โ ‚โ Œโ ™โข–โกงโฃ›โกฎโฃตโขซ โขœโกฃโฃโขณโฃโกžโฃตโขบโ ตโฃŽโ ทโฃ™โขฎโฃโฃฃโ „โ €โขฐโ งโฃโกžโฃงโข›โขงโกžโฃ…โ €โ โ โ ‚โกทโฃผโ ˜โฃฌโขณโกณโขžโ ถโ ฌโ ณโ žโ ™โฃšโก˜โข‰โฃฉโขจโก…โข€โ €โฃฏโฃžโขผโขซโ โ ›โ ฉโ นโกพโฃโ พโ ณโ ญโ ฎโขŸโฃ€โฃดโกณโกฝโฃโฃพโฃกโกโขทโก‚โกคโ €โข€โ ‚โขŒโ โก โ ˜โฃ€โ ‚โ Œโกโขˆโ ’โ คโกโ †โกŒโฃ€โ ˆโ โข€โกพโกฑโ ‰โ €โข โ โก โขˆโ กโฃโ ฃโข€โ ƒโกโ ขโก€โ ‘โก€โ ™โฃผโฃฑโขฃโฃŸ โขธโก‡โฃโกณโฃŽโกฝโฃชโขโฃซโกœโกฏโฃโกบโขฌโ โ €โข€โกฏโฃžโฃฅโฃ›โกผโฃ›โ ฎโฃโกฏโ €โ €โ ˆโฃถโขณโกœโฃฆโ ฅโฃ†โ €โ ถโกฒโขŠโขดโขซโกโกžโกทโฃ›โกฅโ €โฃฟโฃ†โกผโขธโขŽโกŸโข€โก–โฃฏโก„โฃ โ งโ €โ €โ ’โ ’โ ‚โ ‰โข›โกผโขฏโ —โฃŸโขฎโฃ“โฃโขงโฃ“โ €โก€โข‚โ Œโก โ Šโ „โกกโ „โ Šโก„โ ‘โกˆโ œโก โข‘โ ˆโ €โข„โ  โ €โขพโกบโ โข€โกโ ‚โก…โ ขโ โกฐโกŒโขโ Žโ  โ โกโ โกโ €โข‚โ โฃงโขปโกผ โขธโกœโกงโฃโขŽโ ทโฃนโขŽโกถโฃนโขณโกนโขžโก‡โ €โ €โฃผโกฑโขโกถโกนโขžโกตโขปโกผโกนโ ‡โ €โ €โขธโกฃโฃฝโขชโขโกทโฃคโข€โฃดโกนโกžโฃงโ ปโกผโ โ €โ €โ €โ “โ ซโ โกˆโฃฟโฃฃโฃ„โกฟโฃผโฃนโขฝโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกผโฃโ €โฃ€โฃคโ ‰โขบโกนโ žโกถโฃ™โ ‚โขโ  โข‚โ กโ Œโ ’โ  โ Œโ กโก€โ ƒโขŒโ  โ ‘โกŒโ ฐโก€โ Žโ  โขโ ˆโกทโ €โ ‚โข„โ ƒโ โกโกฐโกฑโ €โ ˆโ €โกฐโขโ ฐโ โก˜โก€โ  โ €โขนโขฃโฃŸ โขฎโฃœโฃณโฃชโฃŸโฃบโฃ‘โฃซโ žโ โ ‰โ ‰โ ‹โ €โ €โ  โ “โ พโ นโฃบโก™โฃทโฃšโขงโกโฃงโข‡โ €โ โ €โกŸโฃฒโกโฃŽโก‡โกŸโฃฎโฃณโกฝโข‰โกธโ โ โ €โก€โ ‚โ  โ €โข€โ €โ €โ ˆโ ทโฃฉโขทโฃžโกทโ ƒโ €โข€โก โฃ”โกฒโข˜โกทโฃญโขŸโฃŸโฃพโ ƒโกฎโขฝโฃนโขšโ โ €โกโ ‚โ ”โ ‚โขŒโ ‚โ …โก˜โ  โขโ œโก€โข‚โ ฅโข€โก‘โ ˆโก„โ €โข‚โ €โฃŸโ €โ Œโกโก€โ €โข€โกฑโ โ †โ  โกโ €โ €โข‚โ กโ โ กโข€โ โขธโขณโกž โฃฟโฃพโฃฟโกฟโฃฟโฃฝโ ‹โ โ €โก€โ „โกโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โ ดโ Žโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ ‰โ โ ™โ Šโข†โขณโกฑโขโกฐโ ฅโ €โ €โ Œโ €โ €โ โ €โ ˆโ „โ €โ โ „โ €โ ฃโขฏโกถโกฝโฃณโกถโฃคโกฌโฃโฃ‰โฃ€โฃนโฃœโฃฏโฃžโขถโฃ–โขปโก•โกฎโขƒโ €โ โ  โ ‘โกˆโ Œโก„โก˜โ  โขโ †โกโข‚โ Œโ „โขขโ โข โ กโ โข„โ ขโ €โกฏโก„โ โ  โกโ กโ Žโ โ œโข€โ กโ โ €โ „โ ‚โก„โขƒโ โ €โ ‚โฃœโ ถโ ‰ โก‡โ žโขฟโก€โ €โ ™โ €โ €โ ‚โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‚โ €โ €โข€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โ €โ โข โข‚โ €โ €โ จโฃญโข“โฃตโ ‚โ €โ โ  โ โ €โ €โ  โ โข€โ ˆโ €โ ‚โ  โ €โ ˜โ โ €โ ƒโฃนโขงโกปโฃ•โฃปโขผโฃฃโฃโกถโฃšโขฏโฃœโ ณโขŠโฃดโข‹โก€โ ˆโกโขˆโ ฐโ €โ †โก โ ‘โข‚โกโ Œโ  โ Œโกโ กโ ˆโ „โ ‚โก‰โ €โ †โข โขงโขณโ ˆโ โกฐโขขโ €โกŒโ  โ €โ „โ  โ Œโ  โขโ ฐโ €โ €โ €โ โ โ €โ € โฃทโฃโ ฌโข€โฃดโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โก€โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ  โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‚โ „โ €โขฃโฃโฃบโ €โข€โ ‚โ โก€โ โ €โ €โ „โข€โ  โ €โข‚โ โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โขˆโกšโ ณโ ญโฃ›โขžโฃณโฃ™โ ฆโ ›โข‰โก„โ คโกžโกตโกชโ ‰โข†โ €โข€โ ‚โ „โข‰โกโ „โ กโข‚โ โฃˆโ โ ’โกˆโ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โกผโกธโฃโ –โฃ„โ ‘โ ƒโก”โ  โขโ Œโ ฐโขโ ˜โก„โ กโ Œโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโขปโฃฏโก€โ €โ €โ €โ  โ …โ €โ ‚โ ’โ šโ €โ €โ €โ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃˆโฃพโขณโก„โ €โข€โ ‚โข€โ €โ ขโฃคโฃฌโฃคโฃคโกคโ €โ €โ Œโ €โ €โข โฃŽโขตโฃซโข–โฃฆโขฒโ „โ €โ ’โ ˆโ ‹โ €โ €โ ‰โ Šโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ Šโกโข‚โ กโ „โขŠโ กโ €โข โฃคโก€โ €โ €โข€โกผโฃฑโ “โฃŽโ ทโ นโขทโฃ‚โฃ€โกโ ขโ Œโ ’โ  โ ’โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ ˆโ €โ € โฃฟโฃทโฃฟโฃนโ ฏโฃฟโฃงโก€โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โข โ –โ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โ €โ €โ €โ ‚โ €โก€โ €โ €โข€โ ˆโ €โ  โ €โ ‚โข€โฃนโฃŽโฃŸโฃฆโ €โ €โ โ  โข€โ €โ ธโฃปโฃฟโ Ÿโ โ €โ โ €โ €โก€โขธโฃœโ ฒโฃ‡โก‡โ ˆโ ™โ ‚โ €โก€โ €โข€โ โก€โ €โ โ  โ โ โ €โ Œโ €โ ‚โ  โ โฃฐโกŸโ €โ กโ ˆโ „โข‚โ กโ €โ ƒโ ˆโ €โฃ โขžโกดโขฃโ Ÿโฃผโ ณโก„โ €โ ˜โฃกโ  โขพโก‡โ ธโ ˆโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ ˆโ €โ €โ  โ € โกโฃพโกปโ ƒโ คโกˆโขปโฃทโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ฐโก‹โ €โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โข€โ šโขฌโก„โขพโขžโฃ–โก„โ ˆโ „โ  โ โก€โ €โก€โ €โ „โ โ  โ €โ €โกโกธโฃฌโ ณโ โ †โ €โก€โ €โ โ  โ โ €โ  โ €โ ˆโ โ  โ โ €โ Œโก€โ ‚โข€โ ‚โฃฐโกŸโ €โ €โข‚โ กโขˆโ  โ €โ ‚โข€โ ดโฃ‹โ ถโฃณโกœโขงโฃ›โขฆโก›โฃดโ ฐโฃฟโกโ ธโ ˜โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โ  โ โ €โ € โกณโฃœโขกโข‹โฃดโฃŽโข โ ™โก€โฃธโฃฆโก โข€โก„โข€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โ กโ „โก€โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โ ฐโ ปโข€โกณโ œโฃŒโขซโขผโก›โ กโ €โ โก€โข€โก€โ „โ กโข€โ ฑโ ˆโ €โข€โ €โก—โฃงโ €โ €โ €โก€โ โขˆโ €โ โ  โ €โ โข‚โ €โ  โ โข€โ ‚โ โ €โก€โ „โฃฐโกŸโ €โ €โข„โ  โข€โ ฐโ ฒโ Œโ ™โ ฐโ šโ ฑโ žโ ฑโฃŽโ ทโฃฉโ ฎโ โ Šโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โ โ €โข€โ โ € โฃฟโฃ†โฃฃโฃพโฃฟโฃŸโฃ—โก€โฃฑโฃฟโฃ›โฃทโ ˆโกโ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ธโก…โ ‚โก–โฃถโขขโ ˜โ ฝโ คโ –โ ฒโข™โ ’โก‹โ ‚โ Žโ ƒโฃŒโขฒโก€โ โ โ ‚โ โ ˆโ โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โฃŸโ ฒโฃ„โ ˆโข€โ €โ โ €โก€โ €โ โ ‚โ โก€โ ‚โ €โขˆโ €โ  โ โ €โ „โฃฐโกŸโ  โ „โ ˆโ €โ Šโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‘โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โข€โ ‚โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโขฟโฃฟโฃนโขพโฃฟโขฟโฃฟโ ทโ ‹โ โฃ€โฃโขƒโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โกคโ ฅโ ดโข’โขšโ ชโขโ ฉโขโ ซโ ™โ ญโฃ‰โก€โ €โ €โ ฃโขโก‚โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โข€โฃโขณโขฅโขณโฃ€โ €โ ‚โ โข€โ โ €โ €โกโ €โ ‚โ €โฃ€โฃคโ โ €โ โฃฐโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€โ „โ  โกŸโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ ˜โขฟโฃฝโฃฟโฃปโ „โขฉโขฑโ Šโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขดโฃบโฃ‰โฃ€โฃ‚โฃโฃ‰โฃ‚โฃฆโฃฅโฃฌโขคโ –โฃ–โกปโ ฝโฃโขปโฃ€โ €โกธโข˜โฃงโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโก˜โขงโขžโฃฃโขŽโกณโฃ„โ ˆโข€โ  โ ˆโก€โ โ ˆโฃ โฃผโฃฟโ Ÿโ €โ €โฃฐโกŸโ €โ  โขคโขคโขคโกฒโ –โ ฒโ ’โ Žโข‹โก™โก™โฃ‰โ กโก„โข€โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโกŸโ ปโ ‚โฃขโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ โขนโ ขโกโกƒโข†โ ™โ พโ ƒโ ˆโ คโ กโ คโ „โ ˆโ „โ €โ €โฃธโ ‰โ ‘โก„โขธโฃฒโขนโฃŸโฃฏโข™โ šโขณโฃ’โขฎโฃˆโ  โขนโกฒโฃโกงโฃโ ถโกโ €โ ดโ ‹โฃจโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฎโ นโฃŽโ žโฃฆโขซโกตโฃ‹โ ณโฃ„โ €โกโ €โ ™โ ›โ ›โ ‰โ โ €โ €โฃฐโ โ €โ €โ ฐโก€โข†โขขโกโขŽโ ฅโฃฉโ œโกกโข†โกฑโขŒโก’โ ดโขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโ Ÿโขฟโฃทโก€โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ „โ  โ €โ €โขฃโฃพโฃฟโฃฆโก‰โ ”โ €โก’โขŽโกฑโขฌโ นโก„โ ‚โ €โ €โขฒโ €โ €โ ™โ €โกงโฃโฃทโฃšโฃฟโ ‹โ ธโฃฌโฃ“โ พโก…โข€โกทโฃบโกœโฃฅโขซโ •โก†โ ถโฃซโ —โก˜โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขจโ ณโฃฎโฃโฃฆโ ณโฃšโกญโฃ›โฃฌโ ณโฃ†โก€โ „โ ‚โข€โ ‚โ „โ โฃฐโ โ €โฃ โก„โ ฑโ €โฃ†โขฃโ œโขฌโ ’โฃกโ šโกดโขโ †โฃฃโข˜โกฑโขธโฃฏโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โฃžโฃฟโกงโก€โ €โขฐโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€ โ €โ €โข˜โฃฏโฃŸโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโก„โข‘โขŽโกฑโขชโกโ ‡โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โก„โ €โ €โ €โ ธโฃฑโ ธโฃŸโกผโฃงโขฐโขงโ ฏโ พโ นโ ถโขซโ ตโฃ›โกผโฃกโข›โ €โขณโขงโขƒโ ‡โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‡โข›โฃ›โ ปโ ทโ ถโ ฎโขตโฃพโ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โข€โ ‚โฃฐโ โ €โฃฐโ ‰โก‡โ  โ ƒโขŒโก’โก˜โฃ‚โ ซโข”โกฉโกโขฉโ ˜โก„โขฃโ ฐโขธโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโฃฟโฃทโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ‡โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ ˆโ ปโฃพโฃฝโฃปโขฝโ Ÿโข‚โ  โ ”โ †โฃ’โฃคโฃŒโก€โ €โ €โ นโก€โ €โ €โ €โ นโฃงโขปโขฝโกทโก‹โ กโ –โ šโ ‰โ €โ €โ โ ทโกธโฃ•โก‹โ ฐโกˆโขƒโ Œโ  โ Œโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โข โฃ โฃคโฃถโฃฟโฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ทโ ถโข’โฃ’โฃฒโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฐโ โ €โ €โขกโฃดโฃ‡โ  โขƒโ โ ฆโก‘โขขโขโขขโ ฑโขŒโ กโขŽโ ฐโฃโ šโกˆโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โข‰โฃ™โ ›โ Ÿโข‹โฃคโฃถโ ธโกฟโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‚ โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โกˆโ ปโกฝโข‹โฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฆโก€โ €โ ™โฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ ฑโขงโขปโก–โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃ€โก€โข’โกœโขโกกโ ”โ โ ขโฃกโฃถโก€โ €โฃ€โฃ โฃดโฃพโกฟโ ฟโ ›โข›โฃ‰โฃฉโฃฅโขดโฃฒโฃพโฃโฃฟโฃฝโฃณโขทโขธโฃถโก„โฃฐโ โ €โ €โ ขโข€โฃฟโ ฏโ โ €โฃˆโ โก‰โ คโขคโ €โขฃโ ˜โก†โ Žโข†โ ฅโ šโก„โฃŸโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ‡โฃ€โกนโ ธโ ปโ ฟโ ฟโ ›โ ‚โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ € โ €โ €โ โ €โขŒโ กโข€โฃžโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ฟโ “โก€โ €โ ˆโ ‘โ ฆโฃ€โฃ€โฃˆโ ซโฃ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โ žโ ฅโ ›โก€โ Žโกโ คโ ”โฃ โ ‰โ žโก‹โ คโข’โฃ›โฃ‰โกญโฃคโขถโฃฆโ €โฃคโฃฟโฃฎโขทโฃฏโกŸโ ‰โขฆโ ญโก‘โขพโ โ €โข˜โ Ÿโ โ ‹โฃดโ ถโ ›โ ˆโ ‹โฃ€โกโขฌโ ฑโ œโกฌโขฑโก‰โข–โก‚โขˆโ ฆโ ฑโ ˜โ Œโ ’โ ‘โ €โ ฑโฃปโกฝโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃ„โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€โ €โ €โข€โ  โ € โ €โ ˆโข€โ €โ ˜โ ‡โฃˆโขฉโฃ‰โฃฉโฃ‰โฃ‰โขโกฉโขคโ ฐโ โกŠโฃฑโฃฅโก€โ  โ €โข โฃคโกฐโ „โ ‡โ ˆโ ‚โข€โฃ โขถโฃญโขซโขฏโ ™โฃกโ พโ นโ žโขฝโกƒโกถโฃ–โฃพโฃโฃฟโขถโฃโฃŸโฃปโขฎโกทโฃฟโ ‰โขพโฃโฃฏโขพโก…โ €โ ˜โฃบโ ญโกŒโฃฆโ €โ €โ €โ  โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃ”โขŠโขปโฃฆโ ™โกฌโก‘โฃฅโขŠโก•โก‚โ €โ €โ „โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ปโฃžโฃทโขปโฃญโขฟโกฟโฃฟโขฏโฃฟโฃปโกฝโฃŸโกพโฃŸโกŸโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€โ „ โ €โ €โ ‚โก€โ โ €โฃพโฃถโฃทโฃฆโฃทโฃพโกถโ –โ ฐโ ฟโขŸโก“โฃˆโ คโฃ†โ €โ Œโ €โขฟโกƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโข‰โฃˆโฃ€โขฆโก€โขกโกฒโขถโฃ€โ ™โ €โขฝโฃŸโขฎโฃŸโขพโฃปโ žโกฉโฃ‰โ ปโฃžโขฏโ €โฃกโฃฝโขพโกŸโฃŸโฃฆโฃโฃƒโฃ›โฃ โฃŸโกทโฃถโ †โ โ „โ €โ €โข โขฏโฃฝโฃฆโกกโ ™โขทโก”โข‘โขขโขƒโฃŽโกฑโ  โขโข€โ  โ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โ €โ €โ ˆโ ™โ ทโขฟโฃปโ ›โ ™โขซโขพโฃปโกฝโ ฟโ ›โก‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ  โ € โ €โ ˆโ  โ €โ „โ ˜โกฐโขโ คโฃ’โกโขขโก”โ †โขฎโก‘โฃŽโ ‚โ ˆโกณโขŒโ €โ ’โ ฃโ Œโฃโข€โ €โ €โ โก€โข โขฟโกžโฃฅโข—โกบโ „โ ™โ โ €โ €โ €โขˆโ โ ปโฃžโฃปโ ‡โกŽโกดโฃฉโข‡โกโข โก†โฃฆโฃŒโก™โข›โฃ‹โฃ…โ  โ ฐโกทโฃŸโกพโฃฟโ ฝโกงโข€โ €โข โก€โกœโฃจโ ณโฃฎโกปโฃŽโ ˆโ ปโฃฆโกƒโ ‹โฃ€โขคโ €โ ‚โ „โ ‚โข„โ โ ‚โ €โ €โ €โฃโฃ€โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โฃ€โฃญโ โข€โ €โกˆโ ‡โ €โก€โข€โ  โ โ €โ  โ  โข โกโฃ†โกฐโฃ โก€โ งโก™โ ฒโขคโก™โ ฆโฃโ €โขโ บโฃ”โ ฃโฃคโขนโก˜โก†โ €โ โฃˆโฃ€โฃ‚โฃ…โก’โฃโฃ โฃ€โ ™โขพโฃฑโขพโฃโ €โข’โฃ€โฃ‚โฃโฃŠโฃโข‚โฃ€โ นโฃพโฃ‡โ ณโ ผโฃกโขพโฃณโฃ„โกโ นโ ฟโ ‡โ ธโ ฟโข‹โฃ โขถโฃŸโฃพโฃฝโกกโฃ‹โกทโ ˆโข›โ ฟโ ‡โ ƒโฃƒโข–โก™โขทโกŸโ “โ โ ˜โ ทโ Œโ šโข€โ „โฃ โก˜โฃ€โฃ‚โขŒโฃ โ ฅโกดโขˆโฃ€โฃ€โฃ โ โ €โฃ โฃคโฃถโฃดโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃ€โ ’โ €โ คโฃโฃ โข‚โฃกโข‚โฃโขŒ โขฑโขซโ ตโกนโข–โกƒโ ตโฃˆโข“โขฆโก™โ ฒโฃŒโ ‰โขชโกฑโฃŒโ ณโกŒโ ณโฃ˜โ †โขนโ €โกธโข‡โ พโฃŒโ ฟโกœโกงโ ‰โ ถโ ฏโ ผโ ฆโ “โข‹โฃ โฃˆโ ณโขžโกฑโขฏโกฝโกœโ ƒโฃฝโฃžโขทโฃพโฃฝโฃณโกŸโฃพโกฝโฃปโขทโฃ–โฃขโฃŸโฃฟโฃžโฃฟโ ฎโ ทโ šโ ›โฃ‰โ คโกšโกญโฃœโกƒโขธโข€โ ซโข–โ คโกฑโฃ€โฃพโขฆโก‚โก โฃคโก™โก„โขณโฃฉโข“โกนโฃŠโฃ“โขโกโฃซโขœโกฃโข‰โฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃฟโกฟโฃŸโกทโ †โขโขงโฃซโกœโกญโขŽโกฝ โข‚โ งโก“โฃโ –โฃโ ฒโกกโขŽโกขโขฑโก™โกŒโขฆโฃ€โ ˜โ Œโขƒโ ฐโฃฐโข‰โก–โ €โกฌโขโฃโ ซโฃœโฃฉโ ‰โฃดโฃฒโฃฒโฃ–โฃ’โกถโขฏโ โ ถโ Šโ ƒโฃˆโ กโกดโก„โขŒโฃถโ Ÿโฃ‰โ ปโฃŽโฃทโกโข‹โก‰โข›โ ›โ ›โ ’โข‹โ ™โกกโ คโข„โก†โ โขฏโกฑโ Žโ งโกโฃฒโขกโกโ €โกŒโ Žโฃโขฒโกโ ˆโ ซโฃโฃทโฃ„โ Šโ ปโก„โ ฐโ ฐโขŽโก”โฃฃโ œโกชโขดโ ฑโ Žโฃ โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฝโฃฏโฃทโฃฟโฃพโฃซโฃญโ ‹โข โกœโกœโ ฆโก–โกผโฃ˜โ งโฃœ โขจโขƒโ ทโฃจโ ณโกœโ €โกฑโขจโก‘โขฃโ œโฃ™โ ฆโข™โก’โฃœโ ฃโ “โฃโฃญโกถโข โฃคโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃฆโฃคโฃคโฃโฃโ €โ  โขโก€โฃŒโก€โข–โขชโกฑโ €โ โขฃโ Œโ ปโ ฆโ ฅโ พโ ›โขƒโ โขฃโข”โก’โขŠโ ณโก˜โ Žโก…โ ฒโขโ “โฃœโขฃโ „โ โ  โ œโกฅโ “โ ฆโกโก‡โ ฐโ ฉโฃŒโ ฃโ œโฃ„โ „โก˜โ ‹โ ›โฃ โกโ ฅโข˜โกโขฎโกœโขฆโ นโขฅโขฃโ โฃฐโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃฟโฃฟโฃฏโฃŸโฃฟโกณโฃฏโ โก˜โขฆโ นโกธโฃ‘โขŽโกฑโขŠโก“โฃฌ โข โข‹โกœโฃ‚โ ณโฃ˜โ ƒโขฑโฃงโฃญโฃฅโฃญโฃ„โข€โฃ€โฃตโฃถโ พโขŸโก›โฃโ ’โก€โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโกฆโ Œโ โ €โฃœโขขโก“โขฆโ ฒโฃฌโก™โขถโ €โ โฃƒโ ธโกœโ Œโก…โขŠโ œโ ญโฃ’โ ฑโ Žโก”โ ซโขŽโ ธโ คโ ญโกœโ คโขโ ญโ ”โขซโข…โก“โ œโก„โ ‘โขขโก™โกœโขขโก™โฃ’โ ฌโ ปโฃตโ ปโฃŽโ €โ โก–โฃ˜โ ฆโข›โขฌโ ƒโข โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโขฟโฃพโฃทโฃฟโฃฏโขฟโ ƒโข โ ‰โ –โกฉโ ฑโ Œโ ฆโฃ‘โขƒโ žโขฐ โขŒโกฃโ žโฃŒโข‡โขฃโขฃโ โ คโ ฉโ ฉโ ญโ โข โ ณโ โ ฆโฃ™โฃ‚โฃญโฃดโกŸโฃฑโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ƒโฃพโฃถโฃŒโ ’โข™โกŽโ ณโก†โกโขฃโข„โ ธโกŒโขงโก™โ ฅโฃฝโขซโฃŽโ ณโฃคโ งโกœโฃŒโ ฑโฃˆโ Žโกฅโข“โ ฌโฃ™โกŒโขŽโก™โข†โ ŽโฃŒโ ณโก˜โ „โ ฑโก˜โก”โฃฃโ ’โกฅโขŽโกณโฃˆโ ปโฃฝโ €โ ฃโกœโฃ„โ ‹โขˆโ โกโ ›โ ปโ ฟโ ฝโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃปโฃฟโฃพโขพโฃฟโ €โ ขโฃ‰โ œโกกโขƒโ Žโก‘โข„โ ชโก˜โ ค โขฌโก‘โกโขœโกŠโ ฅโขŠโก„โ นโฃทโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโ –โขปโฃฟโ ฟโ Ÿโ ‹โขฉโฃถโฃฟโ ฟโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโกถโข โฃคโฃปโฃฟโฃทโฃ„โ ˜โ กโขŽโก‘โ Žโ ฌโก‘โกœโข‚โกœโ ขโฃ—โกณโขฌโ นโก”โขณโก™โฃŠโข‡โ ฐโขŠโ ”โกกโขŠโ คโกโข†โก˜โ ขโก‘โ ขโขโ “โกŒโก‚โ ‘โ โ ƒโ ‰โ ˆโ €โ €โ โ โ ‰โ €โ ฑโขโขขโ โ ขโกโก„โฃฏโฃฝโก†โ  โ คโฃ€โ „โฃ‰โ ‰โข‰โ ™โ ƒโ €โ ›โ คโ šโก”โขƒโ šโฃโ Šโก”โฃกโขŠ โ คโ ณโกŒโขฃโ โกŒโ งโ œโก‘โข€โฃฎโฃญโฃญโฃคโฃคโ €โ ถโขบโฃฟโฃทโกˆโก™โ ƒโข โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ›โก…โฃŒโก›โฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃนโฃทโก„โ ฑโกˆโ ญโก‘โขŒโก’โ กโ †โกตโ Žโขงโฃโกšโกโขฆโกฑโขกโ Žโกœโ จโข†โ ฅโฃฉโ ’โ ฑโขŒโฃฆโฃกโฃ‰โฃโ ‰โ ’โ ดโฃกโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โขคโ ’โ €โ “โ ธโ โ ถโ คโข„โกƒโ งโฃโ ฉโ คโก‰โ †โกโ ˆโก”โ ˆโข†โ ฉโขŒโ ฌโก‘โกŒโ ’โฃŒโ ฐโข  โ ฐโ กโกŒโกกโขŽโกฐโขกโ ‹โฃ โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโข€โฃ โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃคโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโข›โ €โก›โขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฏโกฟโฃฟโฃฆโ ˜โ คโก‰โข†โ ฌโ ฑโก˜โฃผโขบโกฑโข†โกฉโก˜โข†โกฃโขโ ฐโฃˆโ •โกŠโ ‚โฃ โฃถโฃฟโขฟโฃพโฃฟโขฟโ ฟโฃ›โฃทโ ฆโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โ ฃโฃโ ฃโก“โ †โ €โข€โ €โ €โ ˆโ โ ˆโ ‘โ ’โ ‰โ ‚โ „โ ƒโ €โฃ˜โ จโก˜โขŒโ ขโก‘โขŒโ ฑโกˆโ œโก  โขŒโ ฃโฃŒโ ฑโฃ‚โฃ‘โ ‚โ ฐโขฃโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ‹โข˜โ ฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฝโฃณโกฟโฃ‡โ €โกฑโขˆโ †โก“โขŒโกทโ €โกฑโข‹โก†โ ˜โฃฌโก‘โก‡โกœโฃคโ Šโฃ โฃพโฃฟโฃŸโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโฃฟโ ƒโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃ…โ ˆโ ‘โฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขขโ ฑโฃˆโ †โ €โก€โ €โ €โกโ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ „โ €โ €โ €โก’โ คโฃƒโ ฑโขŠโ ฅโก˜โ คโขƒโ œโกกโข’ โก‚โข—โขขโ “โก–โ Žโขฐโฃฆโกˆโขฃโฃฟโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ‹โข€โฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ‡โ ธโ ฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฏโขทโฃฟโฃฝโก†โ โกโ Žโก”โขชโกโฃงโก™โ งโ ’โข˜โข โขนโ โกฐโ €โฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฟโฃฟโฃ†โขปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโก„โฃฟโฃงโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ „โข†โ ฑโขจโ €โ €โกโข€โ โ  โ ˆโ „โ €โ กโ โ ˆโ €โ ฐโก‘โขŠโ ”โกฉโ ˜โ คโ ฃโก‘โขชโ ˜โก”โขจ โ โกŒโขขโ ‘โกŒโ €โฃฟโฃถโ ถโ €โ โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโ ›โขฟโฃฟโ ฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โก€โขถโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฝโฃถโ โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃพโขฏโกฟโฃฟโก€โกโขŽโ ฐโกนโก†โ ฒโฃถโฃถโกฟโ ƒโก†โขฏโ โ โฃธโฃฝโฃทโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโฃทโฃฟโ โ ปโฃฟโฃทโฃโกƒโ ˆโขŸโฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃ†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ƒโขŽโ ฐโขกโ €โ €โ „โก€โ ˆโ €โ ‚โ €โข€โ โก€โ  โ €โ ฐโ ˜โ คโขŠโ ”โกฉโข‚โ •โกŒโขขโข˜โกโขข โ โก„โขฃโ ˜โกโขฐโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ฟโ „โ ™โฃดโฃฟโฃทโฃถโฃคโฃฌโฃนโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโฃฟโ ‰โ ˆโขปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโฃตโ ‚โ ฐโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโกพโ ‰โ “โขปโก‡โ โกŒโ ฒโฃญโขฝโก โ ™โ ›โกกโขœโกฐโกƒโ œโ €โฃฟโฃฝโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฝโ ™โ ปโขฆโฃถโฃฟโกฟโฃฟโฃทโฃดโฃพโฃฟโกฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โข€โ ฉโข‚โกโขขโกโ คโก€โ €โ โ  โ €โ Œโ €โก€โ €โ „โ €โ ฃโก‰โข†โกกโขŠโ ”โกกโข‚โ œโก โ ’โกŒโ ฐ โ ฐโกˆโ ฆโก‰โ „โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ „โ ‹โฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โ ™โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก„โ €โ ˜โฃฟโกฟโ ‹โขธโฃฏโก”โ ฐโฃฎโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃปโฃฝโขถโก„โ ˆโขฟโ €โ ‚โขญโขŽโกณโกŒโขฏโกฑโฃ™โ ฆโฃฑโ ƒโขจโ €โกฟโ žโขปโกฟโฃฟโฃปโก€โ ณโ ถโ ฌโฃโฃ›โก›โ ปโ ฟโ ฟโ ŸโฃŸโฃฟโฃปโ €โกกโ ƒโ €โก€โ †โข’โ ˆโ ฐโ โ €โ €โก„โขƒโ œโก€โ €โ ‚โขโ €โ ‚โ €โ ”โข‚โ ”โกกโ ’โก„โข’โ กโก˜โข„โ กโขŠโ ”โกกโข˜โ ฐ โ  โก‘โขขโ ‘โก‚โขธโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃปโ „โข‹โฃผโฃฟโฃฟโก„โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโกฟโ ‹โฃ โ €โฃพโฃŸโฃกโก€โฃฎโฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโกทโฃฏโกฟโฃฟโฃฒโฃคโ €โขโกชโขโกณโก™โขฆโ “โกโขžโก„โ ˆโ †โก„โ ƒโฃ โกผโฃฟโฃŸโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ‰โ ›โขƒโฃถโฃฟโกฟโกฟโ €โกโขโ ขโก‘โกˆโข†โ ฉโ „โก€โข โ ‘โกŒโ ขโฃ˜โ €โ €โ กโ €โ ‚โ €โ ˜โกŒโขขโ ˜โ โ โ ˜โข โ ƒโ œโก โขƒโกŒโ ขโข‘โ Œโข’ โ  โก‘โขขโ ‘โ คโขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ งโ ˆโขŸโฃนโฃฟโฃทโฃ โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ›โข‹โฃ โฃพโฃฟโ €โกโฃฟโกŸโก‚โ จโฃญโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฝโฃŸโกทโฃฟโฃณโขฟโฃฏโ €โ Œโกฟโฃนโ ดโฃ™โขฆโกนโขœโขขโก™โข โ €โฃ€โ ˆโขทโฃปโฃฎโกปโฃฟโฃฟโก€โข€โฃ€โก€โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃพโฃฟโฃทโฃฟโ ƒโ  โ ŒโกŒโข†โ ฑโกˆโข†โ ฑโ €โ €โข€โ ฃโฃ˜โ ฐโ „โ €โ  โ โ โ €โ โ ˆโ ”โ กโฃ‰โ €โ „โขชโ โก˜โ Œโก”โกโ ฆโ ‘โกŒโก˜โ ค โ  โก‘โขขโ ˜โกฐโ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃปโฃฟโกฟโ ‚โ นโข›โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ โข‰โฃ โฃถโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกŸโข€โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกŸโก€โ ฉโฃฝโฃฟโกฟโฃฝโฃฟโกฝโฃทโขฏโฃŸโก‡โ €โข‚โขทโกนโขฆโ ฑโขŽโก”โฃ‹โ ถโข‰โ ฐโกˆโ ”โก โ ˆโขณโฃญโขฟโฃฎโฃโฃทโ €โ ณโฃนโ ฆโ „โฃ โฃฎโฃฟโฃ—โกฟโ ƒโข€โก˜โ คโก‘โ Œโฃ‚โ ฑโกˆโข†โก‘โข‚โ €โ ƒโ ฆโ ‘โ ‚โ €โ โกˆโ โ €โ €โ ‰โ „โ ƒโ €โ €โ Œโก„โขกโ ˜โกˆโ „โ „โ กโ Šโ „โก‘โขˆ โ  โก‘โขŒโ ขโก‘โข‚โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโข—โ ฐโ Ÿโก›โ ›โ Ÿโ ‹โข‰โฃ โฃคโฃถโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ‡โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโก—โ €โขญโฃฝโฃฟโขฟโฃญโฃŸโฃฏโขฟโกฝโ €โก˜โฃ€โ ขโกนโ Œโ “โ ‰โกˆโขโ ™โ €โ ฃโ Œโฃ‚โ ‘โ ขโ „โ ™โ ปโฃฎโฃŸโกพโฃถโฃคโฃโฃฅโฃžโกทโฃฏโกฝโ Žโ โ €โ ‚โ ’โ โ โฃˆโฃ€โฃกโฃคโฃคโฃฎโฃฅโฃถโฃคโฃคโ โ €โ €โกโ  โ โ ˆโ €โขƒโ ’โ คโก‰โ œโกฐโขˆโ †โก˜โ คโก‰โ Œโก…โขฃโ ˜โกฐโขˆ โ  โก‘โ Šโก”โ กโขŠโ €โขฟโฃฟโฃฟโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโ €โกพโขฟโฃฆโกˆโ ปโกฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก›โข€โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโก‡โ €โขฉโฃฝโฃปโฃปโฃฝโกพโ ปโ ƒโ €โ ฅโ  โ ‘โ €โก โ ˆโ  โ €โ  โ ˆโ โก€โ โ €โฃ‰โก‘โ ˆโ ฑโข€โกˆโ ‘โฃŸโฃทโฃปโขโ ปโฃžโฃฟโฃปโ €โข โ Šโ €โฃ โฃดโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ฟโข›โฃฉโก„โ €โ  โข€โ โ „โ €โ €โก…โขŠโ คโก‘โ Œโก„โขกโ Šโ ”โกกโข˜โกโ Œโก„โขฃโ โขŒ โ โฃ€โ ƒโกŒโ ฑโกˆโ †โ ˆโขฑโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฆโ €โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃถโฃ€โ ˜โขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โข€โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃซโขฟโฃทโกทโ €โข โฃดโฃฟโฃฟโ …โ €โ ˆโ นโ คโก„โ ’โ  โ €โ ‚โ “โกˆโ ‘โขŠโ €โข€โ Šโกโข€โ ˆโขฑโขขโ €โ €โ €โฃฏโกฟโฃฟโฃฌโขฑโฃฟโ ›โฃฟโ €โ ‚โฃ€โ  โฃ™โฃ›โฃ›โฃ›โฃ›โฃ›โฃ‰โฃฉโฃญโฃคโฃถโฃพโฃŸโฃฟโฃงโ €โ โข€โก€โ €โ €โ ˜โก„โขƒโข‚โ ฑโกˆโ ”โกโขŽโข‚โก‘โ ขโ ˜โ ฐโ ˆโ คโข‰โ ฐ โ โก„โ ฃโขŒโ ฑโกˆโขŒโ ฑโก€โขธโขฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฆโ ˆโฃดโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฆโฃ„โฃ‰โ ™โ ‹โฃโฃคโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโฃŸโฃฟโ พโฃฝโฃปโฃžโฃทโฃทโ ‚โ  โฃถโฃฟโ โ โ €โ ‚โขธโ œโข€โ ‚โกกโ ‘โข‚โ ”โกกโข‚โ ˜โก„โขขโ โกŒโ €โขธโก’โ  โ โ €โ ‰โข€โ €โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขโ  โ €โฃฟโกปโ ฟโ ปโฃฟโฃฟโฃโข‰โ ™โฃฟโฃฟโฃพโขฟโฃพโฃฟโก€โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โขจโ โ Œโฃ‚โ ฑโขˆโ †โก‘โข‚โ †โขŒโกกโ ‰โข†โ ฉโข„โ ฃโข โ โกˆโ …โกŒโข†โ ฑโฃˆโ ’โกฐโข€โ ™โขฟโฃถโกโขจโฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโฃฟโฃณโฃฟโฃŸโฃฏโกฟโขทโฃปโฃžโฃฏโฃทโฃปโก†โกโ €โก€โขˆโ  โ โขŽโกผโข€โ ˜โข โ ‘โกˆโ €โข€โ Œโกฐโขโ  โขโขˆโ €โฃฃโ œโ  โข€โ €โ €โ „โ ‚โ „โ กโ ˜โฃฉโ €โ กโข€โ ฃโ „โขธโก‡โ €โ Ÿโขปโฃฟโฃ‰โก‰โ ‰โฃฟโฃทโฃฏโฃฟโฃทโกฟโก‡โ €โ €โ „โ ‚โข€โ ‚โกœโ ฐโก€โ ฆโขโ Žโกฐโ กโขŒโ ขโกโก‰โข†โ ’โขŒโ ’โฃˆ โ  โขโ ’โกˆโ †โ ’โ คโก‘โข„โ ƒโข†โก€โ ‰โ โฃŠโฃฝโกฟโฃฝโฃปโฃžโฃทโฃปโฃฝโฃณโฃฏโกฟโฃฝโฃปโฃฝโฃฏโขฟโฃญโฃฟโขพโฃฝโขฏโกทโฃŸโกพโฃฏโ โ ˆโข€โ คโ โ  โข€โ โขŽโ ดโข€โ Šโ „โขขโ โ ˆโข„โ ’โกโ €โ โฃˆโ ฐโ €โกฅโ †โกโ  โก€โ €โ ˆโกโ ˆโ „โ กโ „โ  โ €โข€โ ƒโ †โ ˜โฃฟโขฟโฃ„โฃผโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโขถโฃฟโขŸโฃฏโฃฟโฃพโขฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ „โ โกŒโ ฐโกˆโข†โ ฑโฃ€โ ฃโ Œโก„โขƒโ †โกฐโขโ ”โกˆโ †โกŒโขขโ  โ โข‚โ กโข˜โ  โฃ‰โ โกˆโข„โ Šโก„โกˆโ †โฃ€โ ‰โ ›โขพโฃฟโกฝโฃŸโฃทโขฟโฃณโฃฏโขทโกฟโฃฝโฃณโฃŸโฃพโขฟโฃฝโฃณโฃฏโฃŸโฃฏโฃŸโกฟโ ‹โขโ  โก˜โ คโ €โ โ ‚โข€โ ‚โกœโ ผโข€โ จโกโ กโฃ€โ ˜โก โ Œโกโข‚โ ฐโก€โ ƒโข€โ –โกƒโ „โ โ €โ  โ „โ €โ โ  โ €โ €โก€โข‚โ Œโก˜โ ฐโ €โฃโฃŸโฃฟโกฟโ ฉโ ฉโ ”โ ‚โข€โ ‰โ ปโฃฝโกฟโฃฟโฃžโ €โ €โขกโ €โ  โ ‘โกˆโ „โกโข‚โ ˜โกโ „โ ฃโ Œโ ฐโ โกŒโขขโ ‘โกˆโข†โ ˜ โข€โ ƒโก‚โข…โ ’โก„โขƒโก˜โ „โขƒโกโ กโ Œโฃ€โ ’โก โ „โกˆโ ™โ ปโ ฏโฃฟโฃปโฃฝโกฟโฃฟโฃปโขฟโฃžโกฟโฃฏโฃฟโขฝโ พโ ›โ ‹โขโ €โ „โ €โ ฃโ ˜โ €โ €โ €โขˆโ  โ €โกœโกฑโข€โข‚โ ‘โ ฐโฃ€โ ฃโ โ ขโ ‘โ Œโ „โฃโ ƒโขˆโขฎโ โ „โ Œโ €โก€โขˆโ โ „โก€โ €โข โ ‘โกจโขโกโขƒโ †โขธโกผโฃฟโฃโ €โ €โ €โ ”โฃ‹โฃคโฃถโฃฟโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โข‚โ €โ โ €โ ˆโก”โข‚โ ’โกˆโ Œโก‘โ Œโขกโ ƒโขŒโ ขโ กโ ˜โก„โขŠ โ €โ †โกกโขŒโ ‚โก”โ กโ ˜โกŒโข‚โ Œโกฑโ ˆโก”โข‚โ กโข’โข€โ ฃโกโ  โก€โฃ€โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โข‰โ โก€โ „โฃ€โ ’โกˆโข†โก‰โขขโ กโข„โ  โ  โ กโ €โข‚โ  โ โกœโกฅโข€โ ขโ Œโก‘โ  โข€โ ‰โข‰โ ˆโฃโ ฐโข€โ ƒโขจโ ฒโข€โ ‚โก˜โ โกŒโข‚โก‰โ ขโ ”โข€โ ‚โกœโกโ ขโก˜โ „โข€โ €โกฟโฃผโฃฟโฃ†โฃคโฃถโฃฟโฃŸโฃฟโฃฏโกฟโฃฟโฃฟโ žโ โ €โ €โ ฃโข„โข€โ ขโข‘โ  โขƒโก˜โข„โ ฃโก˜โ Œโขขโ ˜โก โขƒโ …โขฃโ ˜โข  โขˆโ ‚โก…โขขโ ˜โ คโกโขฃโ โกŒโข’โ  โขƒโ ”โกจโขโ กโขŠโ ”โกกโข‘โ ฐโก€โ ƒโ  โ ˜โ „โ ฃโ ˜โก„โ ’โ กโขŠโ „โ ฃโ Œโ ฐโกˆโ ”โฃˆโ ขโฃโ ฃโขโ ƒโ €โ ฐโ €โ ฒโก…โ ฐโกโขขโขโ กโข‚โ œโก โ Œโ „โ ’โ Œโ €โขฎโกฑโ €โ €โข‚โ ฑโ ˆโ ”โก โขƒโ €โ €โ โ ’โ „โกƒโขŒโ ขโก€โ €โ ˜โ ทโ ฟโ ฟโ ทโ ฟโ ฟโ Ÿโ ›โ ›โ ‰โขโ €โข„โ ‚โก”โ ฉโ ”โกŠโข„โ ฃโ Œโก’โ คโ ˜โก„โขขโ โ Žโก„โขฃโ โกกโ ˜โก„โขƒโ ข โข€โ ’โก„โขขโ โข†โ กโ ‚โ ฅโฃ€โขƒโ ฐโขˆโกโกโขˆโ ฐโขโ €โ €โ €โ ’โ €โก€โข‚โ †โกฐโ  โ „โ  โ „โกโก€โฃ€โ  โ โก€โก€โข€โ €โข€โ €โ โ  โ ˆโ โ €โ €โ “โ โ €โ  โ €โ ‚โ €โ ‚โ โ  โข‚โ ฐโ €โ โ €โ  โข โ โกŒโข„โ ขโฃโ ขโกโ „โขขโ โ คโกˆโก”โ ฐโก€โ †โกกโข„โ ขโข„โ  โข„โ €โ  โฃ€โ ‚โก…โ €โ ˜โ  โ Šโก”โขจโ โก…โกŠโข”โกˆโข†โก˜โ คโฃโ ฃโ Œโ คโก‰โข†โก˜โ คโก˜โข„โ ฃโ ˜โ คโ ˜ โข€โ ’โก„โขขโ ‰โ †โกโขŽโ โก€โ Žโก โ กโข„โก‘โกˆโข’โ จโกโ  โ €โ €โกโกˆโข†โ ฐโฃ€โ ฑโขˆโ กโก˜โข โ โก„โข‚โ ฑโข€โก˜โข โ โ Žโฃˆโข‚โ กโก˜โขโกโขขโ โ „โขขโ โกโข‚โ †โก€โ €โข„โ ขโฃ€โ ƒโ †โก„โขƒโข‚โ ”โกจโข„โ ’โก โขกโ ˜โกจโข„โ Šโก„โ กโขŒโข‚โ ฑโ ˆโก”โ ขโก˜โ €โ ‰โ ‚โกˆโ ”โก โขโขขโ ‰โ €โฃ€โ ’โกˆโ คโข‘โ  โก‘โข‚โก˜โ คโฃ€โ ฃโข„โก˜โขŒโกโขกโข‚โก˜โข„โ กโขŠโ คโก‰โข†โ ฉ โ €โ †โก„โ ฃโ Œโก’โ กโขŒโ ขโ ‘โกŒโกโขกโ ‚โ คโก‘โ จโข„โ กโขƒโก‘โขขโ ‘โฃˆโ ‚โกฑโข€โ ฑโกˆโข‚โก‘โข‚โ ฑโกˆโข„โ ƒโ †โก˜โ คโข‰โ ’โ „โกŒโ ขโ ‘โกŒโกโขขโ ‰โก˜โ „โขฃโ ˜โ „โกŠโ ”โฃˆโข‚โก‘โข โข‰โ ’โกˆโ †โก‰โข‚โ …โขŒโ ขโขโ †โ ฑโ โกŒโ ‚โกโ ’โกˆโ †โ กโ ƒโก”โขกโ ’โก โ „โก โข‘โ จโกโขกโ ‚โฃ‰โ ’โก โขกโ ˜โข โ ƒโขขโ ‘โฃ‚โ ˜โกฐโข€โขƒโ ขโ ˜โ คโ ˜โก„โข‚โก˜โ „โขƒโกŒโ ’โกˆโข†โ ˜ โขˆโ ‚โก”โขกโ ‚โก…โ ƒโกŒโข‚โ ฑโข โ ‘โข‚โก‰โ ’โฃˆโ ฑโขˆโ †โกกโข‚โ …โฃŠโ „โ ฃโกโ กโข‚โก‘โ ‚โกœโก€โขฃโ โ Œโก˜โ คโ ‘โกŒโ ‚โกโ ’โกˆโข…โ ƒโก”โ โข†โ ฑโ ˆโกœโ  โขƒโ œโก โขƒโ ”โขขโ ˜โข„โ Šโก”โขกโขŠโ ฐโฃโ Šโก„โ ฃโ ŒโกŒโฃโ ฃโกโ กโขŒโก‘โ จโขŒโกโขฃโ ˜โข„โ ขโก‘โขŒโ ฐโกโข†โก‘โขขโ ‘โก„โขฃโ โกกโขŠโ คโก‰โข‚โ ฑโก€โขฃโ โกกโข‚โ ฅโข‰โ ขโ ‘โกŒโขขโ ˆโกœโ €โข†โก‘โขŒโข‚โก˜
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JUST A TOUCH ix (Autistic author) Plankton's antennae quiver with frustration. "It's about the order," he repeats, his voice strained. "Everything needs order." Squidward sighs, his tentacles flapping in exasperation. "Look, I don't know what's gotten into you, but we need to get these dishes done, and we can't do that if you're going to micromanage every single one!" Plankton's antennae droop. "Needs thorough..." Squidward throws his tentacles up in the air. "I don't care about your 'thoroughness' right now!" he exclaims. "Just let me do my job!" Plankton's antennae flatten. "No!" he shouts, his voice echoing off the stainless steel walls. Squidward turns, his tentacles poised for a fight. "What is your problem?" he snaps. Plankton's eye darts around, his heart racing. He can't explain the sudden urgency, the need for order that's consuming him. The need to be perfectly cleansed without blemish. "It's just... it's just..." Plankton stammers, his antennae drooping. Squidward's eyes narrow, his tentacles still. "What's the matter with you?" he asks, his voice edged with irritation. Plankton swallows, his throat tight. "Needs good.." But before he can say more, his gaze locks onto a speck of dirt on a plate. The world around him fades away as he reaches for it, his movements slow and deliberate. Squidward watches him, his expression a mix of confusion and annoyance. "What is that?" he asks, his tone sharp. Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye focusing on the speck. "Dirt," he whispers, his voice laced with distress. "Has to be gone." His hand shakes as he reaches for the plate, his mind consumed by the need to remove the imperfection. Squidward snatches the plate, his tentacles firm. "It's just a tiny speck!" he says, his voice loud. Plankton's antennae shoot up, his body stiffening. "Can't have dirt," he murmurs. The room seems to close in, his heart hammering in his chest. The need for order, for everything to be just so, is a wave crushing down on him. Squidward's face swims in his vision, a blur of impatience. "Squidward," he says, his voice steadying. "It's dirty." Squidward's grip on the plate doesn't waver. "It's not dirty," he says, his tone firm. "It's a tiny speck." But to Plankton, that speck is a boulder, a symbol of the chaos he can't control. His antennas quiver as he stares at the offending spot, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The world narrows to just the dish, the speck, and the overwhelming need to erase it. Squidward reaches out a tentacle, to move him aside, reaching to touch Plankton's shoulder. But before he can make contact, Plankton flinches, his eye snapping up to meet Squidward's. "Don't," he says, his voice sharp. "No touch." "Then move so I can mix the dishes.." The words hit Plankton like a wave, sending him spiraling. He can't explain it, but the thought of Squidward's tentacle touching him sends a shiver down his spine. But the only alternative is to result in disordered dishes! Squidward's grip on the plate doesn't change, his tentacle poised to push Plankton aside. "Please," Plankton whispers, his voice trembling. "No..." SpongeBob watches from a distance, his smile fading. He's noticed the changes in Plankton, the way his movements have become so precise, his speech so formal. But he doesn't know what to say, what to do. Squidward's tentacle hovers, his gaze flicking from the plate to Plankton's face. "I'm in charge, not you!" He says shoving Plankton as he mixes the dishes. That's it. The room spins around Plankton, his vision blurring with the sudden assault. The clatter of plates, the smell of grease, the touch of Squidward's tentacleโ€” it's too much. His body reacts before his brain can catch up, the partygoers' laughter a distant echo in Plankton's ringing ears. "Plankton?" Squidward asks, his voice a distant rumble as SpongeBob comes in. Plankton's vaguely aware of his surroundings, but it's all just white noise, his gaze going blank as the absence seizure starts up.
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THE LIFE OF UNITY v (Autistic author) Sponge Bob wraps around Plankton's quivering body, his eyes filled with compassion. "It's ok, buddy," he says soothingly. "Kevin didn't know. He's just not used to... well, you know." But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and sadness. "Kevin," he murmurs, his one eye brimming with unshed tears. "Kevin hurt Plankton." Sponge Bob nods, wrapping around Plankton in a gentle embrace. "I know buddy," he says soothingly. "But Kevin's just a sea cucumber. He didn't understand." Plankton's antennae quiver with sadness, his monotone voice barely audible. "But jellyfish," he murmurs, his one eye slowly closing. "Jellyfish never hurt Plankton." Sponge Bob nods, stroking Plankton's antennae gently. "It's ok," he whispers, his voice filled with warmth. "You're safe now." Sponge Bob's stroke Plankton's antennae, his touch as soft as a feather brushing. Plankton's quivering slows, a distant echo of the pain that once consumed him. His eye closes, his body relaxes, and the tension dissipates. As Plankton's breathing evens out and his antennae stop quivering, Sponge Bob realizes that his friend has finally relaxed enough to fall asleep. The yellow sponge looks down at the tiny plankton in his arms. Sponge Bob's gaze is soft as he takes in Plankton's peaceful sleeping form. Plankton's antennae, no longer quivering with anger, lie still against his head. His one eye is now closed, his mouth slightly agape in the unguarded ease of slumber. He looks around the jellyfish fields, the serene scene a stark contrast to the emotional storm that has just passed. The jellyfish float around them, oblivious to the drama, their tentacles trailing lazily in the water. Sponge Bob sighs, his tightening around Plankton's small form. He knows that this incident with Kevin won't be the last time his friend faces misunderstanding or cruelty. Plankton's new reality is tough but he's determined to help him navigate it. Gently, he cradles Plankton and starts the journey back to the Chum Bucket, the place where Plankton's heart lies despite his recent troubles. The walk is quiet, the only sounds the distant hum of the jellyfish and the occasional splish-splash of the water. Sponge Bob's thoughts are with his friend, wondering how he can help him feel less alone in the vast sea of confusion and pain. As they enter the Chum bucket, Karen's electronic eyes light up with curiosity. She notices Plankton's asleep and Sponge Bob's solemn expression. "What happened?" she asks, her digital voice filled with concern. Sponge Bob sighs, still gently supporting Plankton. "A jellyfishing champion named Kevin was making fun of Plankton," he explains, his voice tinged with sadness. "It upset him because of his condition." Karen's robotic arms cross over her chest, her digital eyes widening. "His neurodisability?" she asks, her curiosity piqued. Sponge Bob nods, still wrapped around the sleeping Plankton. "Yes," he says, his voice gentle. "Kevin didn't know. He said some things that really hurt Plankton's feelings." Karen's digital brow furrows, her LED lights dimming slightly. "That's unfortunate," she murmurs, her circuits processing the situation. "Tell me what he said." Sponge Bob recounts the conversation around Plankton protectively as he speaks. "Kevin called Plankton 'stupid' and said jellyfish were dumb," he says, his voice heavy with emotion. "It really got to him." Karen's LED lights flicker with understanding. "I see," she murmurs, her robotic voice soothing. "It's not uncommon for those who are unaware of neurodiversity to make hurtful comments." Sponge Bob nods. "Yeah," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "But it really hit Plankton hard. He's already feeling so lost with his new diagnosis." Karen's LED lights dim slightly, her digital expression reflecting empathy. "It must have been quite the ordeal," she says, her voice a soothing hum. "I can see how that would be difficult for him." Sponge Bob nods, his tentacles still wrapped around Plankton. " He's not the same," he whispers. "But I think he's trying." Karen's digital eyes narrow, her circuits whirring as she processes the information. "Tell me everything," she says, her voice a gentle purr of concern. "I want to understand what happened to my Plankton." Sponge Bob takes a deep breath. "Kevin was making fun of Plankton," he starts, his voice filled with anger at the thought of his friend's pain. "He didn't know about the accident." Karen's eyes widen, her digital pupils dilating with concern as Plankton himself starts to stir, his antennae quivering in his sleep as if in response to the conversation. "It's okay, Plankton," Sponge Bob murmurs stroking his friend's antennae gently. "You're safe." Plankton stirs in his sleep, his antennae quivering slightly as he groans. Karen's eyes soften, her robotic arms reaching out tentatively. "Let me take him," she says, her voice a gentle hum. "I'll make sure he's comfortable." Sponge Bob nods, unfurling as he gently transfers Plankton to Karen's outstretched arms. She holds him with surprising tenderness, cradling him against her cold, metallic body. "Thank you," she murmurs, her digital eyes never leaving Plankton's face. As she carries him to his bed, Sponge Bob follows, his thoughts racing with the weight of the situation. He can't help but feel a mix of anger and sadness at Kevin's callous words and Plankton's pain. "I'm sorry, Plankton," he whispers, brushing the plankton's antennae. Plankton's one eye opens slowly, his antennae still quivering from the echoes of the painful conversation. "Karen?" he murmurs, his monotone voice thick with sleep. Karen's LED lights blink in response, her robotic arms adjusting his pillow with gentle precision. "You're safe," she assures him, her digital eyes softening. "You're home." Plankton's antennae quiver with confusion. "Home?" he murmurs, his one eye opening wider as he takes in the surroundings. "Where's jellyfish?" Karen's LED lights flicker gently. "You're in the Chum Bucket, Plankton," she says, her robotic voice a soothing purr. "You're safe." Karen hands him his box of organized jellyfish figurines. Plankton takes the box, his one eye blinking rapidly as he looks around the room. The familiarity of his bed and his beloved jellyfish figurines brings a small measure of comfort, but the memory of Kevin's cruel words still stings. Sponge Bob sits by Plankton in the bed, looking at the different mini figures of jellyfish Plankton assorted. "Jellyfish," Plankton murmurs, his antennae still quivering slightly. He takes one out, a small translucent figurine with a smiling face. "This one's Aurelia aurita," he says, his monotone voice slipping into the rhythm of technical jargon. "It's a moon jellyfish. They have a lifespan of approximately one year." Sponge Bob nods, reaching out to touch the delicate model. "They're beautiful," he says, his voice filled with wonder. Plankton's antennae quiver slightly with pride, shifting to a gentle lecture tone. "Yes," he murmurs, holding up another. "This one is a Cyanea capillata, also known as the lion's mane jellyfish. It can grow up to 2.5 meters wide with tentacles over 30 meters long. Quite the predator." Sponge Bob's eyes widen with amazement. "Wow," he says, his voice filled with awe. "They're so different from each other." Plankton nods, his antennae quivering slightly.
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NEUROBEHAVIORAL PLANKTON iv (Autistic author) (see notes below) * แดแด‡ษดแด›ษชแดษดs แดา“ แด…ษชsแด„ส€ษชแดษชษดแด€แด›ษชแดษด But Plankton's frustration had reached a boiling point. His voice was a thunderclap in the small room, his eye flashing with a rage he couldn't contain. "You don't know!" he roared, his body shaking. Hanna took another step back, her heart racing. "I'm sorry, Plankton, I truly didn't mean to upset you," she said, her voice shaking. Plankton's gaze shifted to the door, his mind racing to the safety of his solitude. "You don't know," he murmured, his anger subsiding slightly. The sudden silence was like a balm to his raw nerves. But Hanna's curiosity angered him further. "Plankton, what..." "I DON'T KNOW!" Plankton's voice pierced the silence, his frustration at an all-time high. Hanna's eyes grew wider. "I'll leave you alone," she said quickly, her voice quiet and soothing. But as she turned to go, she accidentally brushed against his arm. Plankton's reaction was instant and explosive. He jerked away, his body tensing, his eye flashing with anger. "Don't touch me!" he snapped, his voice sharp and jagged. Hanna's eyes wide with shock. "Plankton tell me what's..." But Plankton had reached his limit. The touch, the questions, the expectation of normalcyโ€”it was all too much. He felt personally attacked, now on a roll. "You don't know what's what?" he spat out, his voice a whip crack. "You come in here, invading my space, without a care in the world for what I'm going through!" Hanna took another step back, retracting quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know," she whispered, her eyes filling with sorrow. "Karen never mentioned..." But Plankton's frustration had become anger, his next words cutting like a knife. "You don't know anything," he snarled, his voice laced with bitterness. "You come in here, asking your stupid questions, expecting me to be the same person I was before!" "Before what, Plankton?" Yet Plankton's not wanting to answer Hanna so he yells his next words at the top of his lungs. "Before I...I... YOU KNOW WHAT? IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Plankton's voice cracked with the effort of his outburst, but he's just getting started, now he's on a roll, his next words being worse. "I don't want you here. I don't need you here," Plankton spat out, his frustration a palpable force in the room. Hanna took another step back, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I was just trying to..." But Plankton's anger had taken over. "You're not helping!" he shouted, his voice raw with emotion. "You don't get to decide what I need!" He was on his feet now, his body rigid with frustration. "I don't want you to know!" "Know what, Plankton? You don't get to decide what I can and can't know," she said, her voice firm. But Karen's now returned with the smoothie, both Hanna and Plankton too wrapped up to notice her presence. "You think you can just waltz in here and fix everything?" his voice was a growl now. "You think you know what it's like to be trapped in here?" He tapped his head with his finger, his eye wild. "You don't know anything!" Now Hanna's getting real angry. "You think you're the only one suffering?" Hanna countered, her voice rising. "What about Karen? What about the people who actually care about you?" Plankton's gaze snapped to hers, his anger fueled by her words. "You don't know what it's like!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty space of the Chum Bucket. "You don't know what it's like to have the world make no sense! To be trapped in your own head!" Hanna's expression softened slightly. "I'm sorry," she said gently. "I really am. But you can't just push everyone away." "Why not?" Plankton demanded, his voice a whip crack. "Why do I have to explain?" But Hanna's concern for Karen overrode her own fear. "Karen's my friend and she deserves better than you and your little tantrums," Hanna snapped back. "Tantrums? TANTRUMS?" Plankton's voice was a roar now. "This isn't a tantrum, it's reality!" Hanna's in a defensive posture, her eyes flashing with anger. "You think I don't know what real pain is?" she shouted back. "You're so caught up in your own world that you can't see what you're doing to her, just because you're too stubborn and acting like a child who can't deal with the real world! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A BURDENSOME WASTE OF SPACE! So, if you can't get your act together, maybe you should just go to an institution where people can handle your..." "That's enough!" Karen snapped. Her voice was a whip crack across the tension filled room, startling both Plankton and Hanna. She couldn't stand silent any longer. Yet Plankton's face crumpled at Hanna's threat, his anger giving way to despair. Tears began to stream down his face, his body shaking with sobs he couldn't control. The sudden shift from rage to sorrow was like a punch to Hanna. **NOTEs As an autistic writer (and I used AI to help me with the words) I do not encourage the ableism people have shown in their ignorance. Depending on when and where you live, some people have thought such therapies might be good, without actually accepting nor helping. Even Hans Asperger has supported eugenics during the war, sending people to internment camps leading to demise. I came across the site autismmemorial.wordpress.com if you'd like to educate yourself about how people have endured such.*
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JUST A TOUCH vi (Autistic author) Plankton's antennae twitch slightly. His eye dart to the clock on the wall. "Must rest," he murmurs, his voice low. Karen nods, her hand squeezing his shoulder gently, which makes him flinch. "I'm sorry," she says, quickly withdrawing it. They sit in the quiet, Plankton's mind racing, trying to process the onslaught of the day. Karen's eyes are on him, a mix of sadness and love. He can feel it, even through the wall of his new condition. He reaches out, tentatively, his hand hovering over hers. It's a peace offering, a silent request for the comfort she always provided. Karen's eyes widen, surprise and hope flickering in their depths. She places her hand under his, allowing him to guide it to his cheek. "Plankton can, may I ask you something?" Karen says quietly. He nods once, his antennae still. "Yes," he says. "What were you experiencing when you froze today? You know, before we came to our bed? When Hanna was..." Plankton's antennae quiver, his gaze shifting to hers. "Too much," he murmurs. "Could tell you're here and talking but, cannot comprehend. Plankton felt dizzy in the head. Was present yet not present." Karen's eyes fill with understanding. "It's like your brain was on overload," she says, her voice soft. "And my touch...it helped?" Plankton shrugs, his antennae lifting slightly. "Familiar. Soothing." He looks at her, his gaze intense. "Needed more of you." Karen's eyes water, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I'm here now," she whispers. But Plankton notices the tears in her eyes. "Why sad?" he asks, his voice still flat. "Karen crying. Crying sad. Thus, Karen's sad.." Karen sniffles, her thumb wiping away a tear. "I'm just overwhelmed," she says. "I'm trying to understand and be there for you, but sometimes it's hard." Plankton's antennae droop. "Karen not at fault," he says, his voice devoid of emotion. "Plankton's brain... different, now." Karen nods, her hand still in his. "I know," she whispers. "But I'm here to learn with you." Her words hang in the air, a promise of support and patience. Plankton's gaze lingers on their joined hands, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her palm. The sensation grounds him, a lifeline in the storm of his new reality. He tries to formulate his next words, his mind racing. "Thanks," he finally says, his voice a barely-there whisper. Karen smiles softly, her eyes never leaving his. "For what?" Plankton's antennae twitch. "For... being... understanding." The words are forced, but the sentiment is clear. Karen's heart swells with love and determination. They sit in silence for a moment, the gentle pressure of their joined hands speaking louder than any words could. Plankton's gaze shifts from their interlocked hands to Karen's eyes. He can see the love and concern in them, and it calms him in a way nothing else can. He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly. "Karen," he says, his voice still monotone but with a hint of longing. "Can... be in your arms?" Karen's eyes widen with understanding. She nods, moving closer to him. "Of course," she whispers, opening her arms. Plankton shifts his body, his movements stiff but deliberate as he slides closer to her. He nestles into her embrace, his antennae resting on her shoulder. Her arms close around him, enveloping his small form in warmth. He takes a deep breath, his body finally beginning to unwind. Plankton's antennae still, his breathing evening out. Karen holds him. Her hand gently strokes his backโ€” a soothing motion. Plankton's eye closes. Karen's heart swells with relief as Plankton's body gradually relaxes into her embrace. The weight of the day's stresses seems to melt away as she holds him, feeling the steady rhythm of his breaths. This is a new chapter in their relationship, one filled with unexpected challenges and a deeper understanding of each other's needs. She's aware that his autism isn't something to be cured or fixed, but a part of who he is now, something to be accepted and supported. She strokes his back, her movements slow and measured, mimicking the calm she wishes to impart. His breaths deepen, and she can feel his body grow heavier in her arms. Plankton's antennae droop with fatigue, his eyelid flickering as he succumbs to sleep. His tiny hand remains in hers, a silent plea to not let go. Karen squeezes gently, her screen never leaving his face. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the shadows playing across the wall like a silent guardian. The only noise is the steady tick of the clock and the occasional snore from Plankton. Karen watches him sleep, his tiny form nestled in the crook of her arm. His antennae rest peacefully against her shoulder, his breaths deep and even. Her heart swells with a mix of love and fear. She's afraid for him, for the world he's woken up to, a place where every sound, every touch, every interaction is a minefield. But she's also proud of him, the way he's trying to navigate this new reality with a stoicism that belies his size. Plankton stirs slightly, his eyelid fluttering. Karen holds her breath, afraid to disturb his fragile peace. His hand tightens on hers, and she knows he's aware of her presence. It's a small victory in a day filled with confusion. He opens his eye, looking up at her with a gaze that's both familiar and foreign. "Karen," he says, his voice still monotone. Karen's screen brightens with relief. "Yes, Plankton?" He shifts, his gaze drifting to the book on the nightstand. "Book," he says, his voice barely audible. "Read." Karen nods, understanding his need for the familiar. She picks up the book, her eyes skimming over the pages. "Which one?" she asks softly. Plankton's eye darts to the title. "The... puzzle," he murmurs, his voice a mere echo. Karen opens the book to the puzzle they'd been working on. His gaze follows her finger as she traces the words. His antennae twitch. "Would... you like to hear it?" she asks tentatively. He nods, his body still tense. Karen clears her throat, her voice gentle as she reads the words aloud. Plankton's eye drifts closed again, the sound of her voice a comforting lullaby. His hand relaxes in hers, the tension in his body dissipating. Karen reads on, her voice a steady rhythm that fills the silent room. The words from the puzzle book form a bridge between them, connecting them in a way that's both new and comfortingly familiar. Plankton's mind focuses on the patterns and sequences, the logical structure a sanctuary in the chaos. As she reads, Karen can feel his muscles relaxing further, his breathing deepening into sleep. The room's quietude wraps around them like a cocoon, their shared history a warm blanket. It's a stark contrast to the panic and confusion that had gripped him earlier. The puzzle's words weave themselves into a tapestry of comfort, each syllable a stitch in the fabric of their new reality. Plankton's love for order and patterns hasn't changed, but the way he interacts with them has. The autism has transformed his world, but not the essence of who he is. As Karen reads, her voice soothing his frayed nerves, she can't help but feel a sense of awe at his resilience. He's still her Plankton, the same being she's known for so long, but now he's also someone new, someone she's just beginning to understand. His mind operates on a different wavelength, one that she's eager to tune into. Then the door bell rings. It's Sandy! Plankton's antennae shoot up, his body stiffening in Karen's arms. "Who is it?" he asks, his voice sharp with anxiety. Karen's eyes dart to the clock on the wall. "It's just Sandy," she says, her voice calm. "It's okay." Plankton's antennae quiver, his eye searching hers for reassurance. "Sandy?" he repeats, his voice unsure. Karen nods, her smile gentle. "It's okay," she says, her voice a whisper. "We'll take this slow." Plankton's gaze locks onto Sandy as she enters the room, his eyes darting around to assess the new presence. Sandy watches him, her face a mix of curiosity and concern. "Howdy, Plankton," she says, her voice soft. "How are y'all?" Plankton's antennae twitch. He's heard her voice before, but it's different now. Too loud, too bright. He shrinks back into Karen's embrace. "Good," he says, his voice tight. "Good." Sandy's eyes dart between them, her smile fading. "What's wrong?" she asks, her voice gentle. Karen sighs. "Plankton's had an... accident," she says carefully. Sandy's eyes widen with shock, her hand flying to her mouth. "What happened?" Karen's gaze doesn't waver from Plankton's. "He's been diagnosed with Acquired Autism," she says softly. "From a head injury." Sandy's eyes widen in disbelief. "Oh no," she whispers. "I had no idea." Karen nods, her screen reflecting the weight of the last few hours. "It's a lot to take in," she says. "We're still learning." Sandy steps closer, her movements slow and deliberate. "What can I do?" she asks. Karen's shoulders slump with relief. "Just... be patient with him," she says. "He's still the same Plankton, but... different." Sandy nods solemnly. "I will," she promises.
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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃผโกŸโ ถโ ฟโ ปโ ฆโข€โ €โ „โขฏโก โข„โก˜โข€โก†โฃฟโฃฟโฃ”โขธโ ƒโฃผโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃถโฃพโฃถโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโกŸโ €โ €โ €โ ปโ คโ Ÿโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃฟโ โก‡โ €โก‚โ โ  โขˆโ โก€โ ณโฃ„โกผโข€โฃพโฃฟโขฃโขพโก˜โ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃปโกโฃฏโขซโกโกžโฃฌโฃฟโฃฝโฃฟโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โก€โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃดโ ฟโ ›โ ›โ ›โ ฟโขถโฃ„โก€โขธโกฟโขฐโ ƒโ €โ โ Œโกโข€โฃ‚โฃ„โฃกโฃคโฃทโ ฟโ ŸโกโขŠโขฐโกƒโข€โฃฟโฃฟโฃฏโขณโกŸโฃ–โกซโขผโฃฝโฃฟโฃฝโฃพโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃดโกฟโ ƒโก€ โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃ โฃพโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขฟโฃพโก‡โขธโ €โ  โ โ ‚โ „โกˆโข‰โ ‰โก‰โ ‰โ „โข‚โกโข โ โขŠโก€โขธโฃฟโกฟโฃžโกฝโฃžโฃญโกทโฃซโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ‡โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โ ‹โ ดโ พโ ƒ โ €โ €โข โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃฟโก‡โกŽโ €โข€โ กโ ˆโกโข€โ ‚โ Œโ  โ โกŒโ  โ โฃ€โ Šโขผโ €โฃฝโฃฟโฃŸโฃปโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฝโฃฟโขฟโฃทโฃฟโฃปโขฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฆโฃคโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ ˆโ ฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃพโฃฟโก€โกฟโข€โ  โข€โ กโข€โ ‚โ Œโ  โขโ ‚โ „โกโ ’โ คโขˆโก‡โข€โฃฟโฃฟโ พโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃฟโฃฟโฃฏโฃฟโฃฟโฃžโฃงโขŸโกผโฃนโก›โขฟโกปโฃฟโฃทโฃฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ ‡โ €โก€โ ‚โ „โข‚โ ˆโ „โกโ ‚โ Œโกโ  โขโ ’โข โ ‡โขธโฃฟโฃ—โฃซโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฌโฃณโขฅโฃ›โฃถโฃปโฃฟโฃฟโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ธโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโก€โ ˜โ €โกโ ˆโก€โ Œโ โ  โขโ ‚โ „โกโข‚โ Œโฃธโ €โขพโฃฟโฃผโกฟโ โ โขปโฃฟโฃŸโขงโกŸโกฟโขฎโกฝโขงโกฝโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโขฏโฃฟโ โฃ€โฃ€โก€โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃถโฃฟโกโกโฃทโฃ†โ โข€โ โ  โ ˆโ „โกโ ‚โ Œโกโ €โ †โกโฃธโ €โฃพโกฟโ ›โ โ €โข„โ €โขฟโฃฏโกปโฃผโกนโฃงโฃŸโฃฟโกฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโ Ÿโขฟโฃฟโก„โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโกโ โ ˆโขฟโฃ‡โ €โกˆโ €โ โ †โก€โ โ †โก€โ โ ถโข€โก‡โขฐโกฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ ธโฃฟโขทโฃทโขฟโฃทโฃฟโฃโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ฟโ ‰โ €โฃ€โกถโฃฟโฃฟโก€โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ บโฃฟโฃฟโกŸโ €โ โก€โ ™โฃทโฃคโ โ Œโ  โข€โ โ ‚โ „โก‘โ  โข‚โก‡โขธโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ  โ ‚โ  โ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฝโกฟโฃฏโฃทโฃฟโฃฟโขฟโ ‹โขโฃ โฃดโ ปโฃฅโฃทโฃพโกฟโ ƒโ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃฟโ Ÿโก‘โ €โ „โ  โ โกˆโ นโฃฟโฃฆโกโ „โกˆโ โข‚โ ฐโ ‘โขธโก‡โขพโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฟโฃฟโฃฏโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ‹โ โฃ โกดโฃฏโฃณโฃพโฃฟโ ฟโ ›โ โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโข€โก‡โ ˆโก€โ ‚โ โ „โข‚โ €โก™โ ปโฃถโฃคโฃโ ‚โ †โฃโขบโ โฃฟโฃทโฃ„โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃบโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ ›โ โ €โฃธโฃฟโฃทโฃฟโ Ÿโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฏโขธโก…โ ‚โข€โ กโ ˆโกโ €โ ‚โ „โกโขˆโ ™โ ปโฃทโฃถโฃ„โฃšโขธโฃฟโกฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฆโฃ„โ €โ €โข€โฃฟโ ปโ โข โกŸโฃ€โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโก‡โฃธโ €โ โ  โข€โ กโ €โ Œโกโ  โ โ  โขˆโ โ  โ จโข™โก›โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ Ÿโขƒโฃดโฃ‹โฃพโฃฟโ Ÿโ ›โ ›โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃดโฃฆโฃ„โก€โ €โฃฟโ โฃโ  โขˆโ โ  โ โ ˆโ „โกโ  โขโ ‚โ „โกˆโก†โ กโขธโ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ โฃ โขถโฃปโฃพโ ฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃฟโ โ ‰โ ›โ ปโขทโฃฟโก†โขฃโ โข€โ ‚โ โ „โกโข‚โ โก€โ ‚โ Œโกโข โ โขกโกžโขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกพโ Ÿโข€โกดโฃฟโฃฝโฃฟโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขปโฃฟโฃฎโก†โ  โขˆโ โ  โ โก€โ ‚โ „โกโข‚โ โก„โ Œโฃฐโ ƒโฃธโฃฟโกฟโ ‹โฃ€โฃดโฃฏโฃฟโกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขฟโฃŒโขปโฃงโ €โ Œโ  โขโ โขˆโ โก€โข‚โข‚โขโกผโขโฃผโกฟโ ‹โฃ โฃถโฃฟโฃฟโ ฟโ ฟโขถโฃถโฃฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โฃฟโ „โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขฟโฃฆโก™โ ฆโฃŒโกโ  โ ˆโ „โข‚โฃโฃคโ ถโข‹โฃ โฃพโ ‹โฃ โขพโฃฝโฃฟโฃฏโฃญโ “โฃ„โ ‚โขธโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ  โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃถโฃคโฃ„โ ˆโฃฟโฃ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ปโฃถโฃคโฃโฃ‰โ ‰โ ‰โฃ‰โฃโฃคโฃดโกพโ ‹โฃ โฃžโฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฟโฃผโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ ˆโ ›โขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ›โ ›โ ฟโ ฟโ ›โฃฟโกŸโ ปโฃฟโฃถโฃญโฃฟโกฟโฃฟโก›โ ‰โ โ ˆโขปโฃฆโฃŒโ ‰โ ‰โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก—โ €โ ˆโ ™โกฟโ ›โ €โขนโฃฟโก€โ €โ €โ €โ นโฃฟโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃดโก€โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขนโฃทโก€โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขปโฃทโฃ„โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฐโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโ €โ €โขฐโฃฟโ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขปโฃฟโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขฟโฃฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € 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GREAT CHIP ix (Autistic author) Chip took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I know I can't fix you, Dad," he said, his voice shaking. Plankton's antennae stopped moving, his eye focusing on Chip with an intensity that made him feel like he was being x-rayed. "You can't," he said, his voice firm. "But you can support me. You can be there without trying to change me." Chip nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Okay," he managed to say. "But I want to understand. I want to be here for you." Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye narrowing slightly. "Understand?" he echoed, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Sure, it's easy. Just imagine your brain's a pinball machine on tilt. Sounds fun, right?" Chip felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth despite the tension, which only adds to Plankton's anger. "Well, when you put it that way..." Plankton's antennae stilled, his eye squinting at his son's response. "What?" he barked, his voice sharp. Chip tried to hold onto his smile, his heart racing. "I mean, if it's like a pinball machine, I can learn the patterns," he said, his tone carefully light. "I'm pretty good at video games, so..." Plankton's antennae waved wildly, his eye flashing with anger. "You think this is a game?" he shouted, his voice filling the room. "You think I enjoy being out of control? WELL THEN PERHAPS YOU CAN EXPLAIN THE FUN OF FORGETTING WHERE I AM FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME!" Chip's smile dropped, his eyes wide with shock at his father's outburst. He took a step back, his hands up in a gesture of peace. "I'm sorry," he said quickly, his voice trembling. "I didn't mean to make a joke of it, I just..." "You just what?" Plankton spat, his small body vibrating with rage. "You just don't get it! You can't get it! You're not autistic, you don't know what it's like to have your brain turn on you like that!" Chip's eyes filled with tears, his heart breaking at the accusation. "I know, Dad," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm trying." Plankton's antennae quivered with the force of his rage. "You don't know," he said, his voice cold. "You can't know. All I see is a little child playing pretend, thinking he can understand what I go through! And yet you're the one asking for help! Face it, you're never going to get it and so don't expect ME to explain it to you!" Chip's eyes watered, the words hitting like a sledgehammer. He had never seen his father so furious, so unyielding. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I just want to help." Plankton's antennae stopped their wild movements, his eye focusing on his son with a cold, calculating gaze. "Help?" he repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You want to help by poking fun at my condition?" Chip's eyes searched his father's, his heart racing. "Dad, I didn't mean it like that," he said, his voice trembling. "I just wanted to lighten the mood." Plankton's antennae waved, his eye still cold and distant. "Don't," he said, his voice like ice. "Don't try to lighten it. And don't you DARE make fun of it." Chip's eyes fell to the floor, his heart aching with the weight of his father's anger. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I di-" "You're sorry?" Plankton's voice was a whip crack in the silence. "Sorry doesn't cut it!" He slammed his fist on the table, causing their plates to rattle. "You think an apology is enough when you belittle what I go through?" Chip's eyes widened with fear as his dad's anger grew. He'd never seen Plankton like this before, his tiny body trembling with rage, his antennae thrashing like live wires. The kitchen felt suffocatingly small, the walls closing in. "Dad, please," Chip begged, his voice shaking. "I didn't mean it that way." But Plankton was beyond listening, his tiny body vibrating with fury. "You don't get to make jokes about this!" he roared, his antennae whipping about like agitated snakes. "You don't get to reduce it to a game you can win with a simple joke!" Chip took another step back, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never seen his father this enraged, and it scared him. "Dad, I-" he began, but Plankton's tirade didn't stop. "You think it's funny?" Plankton shouted, his antennae a blur of motion. "You think it's fun to live with this?" His voice grew louder, his words sharper. "You think it's easy to lighten up at the drop of a hat?" Chip's eyes filled with tears as his father's anger grew, his voice crackling like static. He hadn't meant to make light of his dad's condition, but now it seemed as if he'd made everything worse. "I'm sorry," he choked out, his hands shaking. Plankton's antennae whipped around his head, his eye bulging. "Sorry won't make it go away!" he screamed, his voice bouncing off the walls. "You think you can make it better with a laugh?" He slammed his fist down again, the sound like a gunshot. "It's not a joke, Chip!" Chip's eyes filled with tears as he watched his father's outburst, his heart pounding. He had never seen Plankton like this, his anger a living, breathing thing that filled the room like a toxic cloud. "I know," he whispered, his voice shaking. "But I want to help." Plankton's antennae thrashed wildly, his body shaking with the force of his emotions. "Help?" he spat, his voice a whip. "You want to help? Then stop making it about you!" Chip's eyes grew wide with fear as he watched his father's anger boil over, his voice shaking. "Dad, please," he whispered, his heart racing. Plankton's antennae thrashed wildly, his body vibrating with uncontrollable rage. Suddenly, he grabbed the coffee mug from the table, flinging it across the room where it shattered against the wall. Shards of ceramic flew everywhere, puncturing the silence like shrapnel. "Dad, no!" Chip yelled, his heart racing faster than it ever had before. He had never seen Plankton this out of control. And Karen knew she had to act fast. Her voice was calm but firm as she approached Plankton. "Sweetie, it's okay," she said, her hands up in a non-threatening gesture. "Let's go to your workshop. You know that's your safe space." Plankton's antennae thrashed, his eye darting around the room, seeking anything to target his anger. "I don't want to go anywhere!" he roared, his body shaking with the intensity of his emotions. "It's not okay!" Karen stepped closer, her voice steady. "It's okay to be upset," she said, her eyes never leaving his. "But Chip..." But Plankton's rage was unstoppable. He lunged for the nearest object, a framed photo of Chip, his grip tightening as he raised it over his head, ready to smash it against the floor. Karen's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to defuse the situation before it got any worse. "Plankton, no," she pleaded, her voice steady. "Please, don't." But Plankton's rage had taken over, his body moving on autopilot as he swung the photo frame with all his might. It crashed to the floor, the shattering glass echoing in the small room. Chip's eyes grew round with shock, his body frozen in place as he watched his father's tantrum unfold. "Dad, please stop!" he shouted, his voice cracking with fear. "You're scaring me!" But Plankton's rage was a runaway train, his antennae quivering with the intensity of his anger. He stomped over to the counter, grabbing a plate and flinging it against the wall, where it shattered into a hundred tiny pieces. The sound was deafening, the force of the impact sending a shiver down Chip's spine. Karen stepped in front of Chip, placing herself between him and the storm of Plankton's fury. "Stop," she said firmly, her voice a calm oasis in the chaos. "You're scaring him." Plankton's antennae stilled, his eye focusing on Karen with a mix of anger and confusion. For a moment, his body seemed to pause, his arm still mid-air, a kitchen towel gripped tightly in his hand. Then, with a roar, he threw it, the soft fabric landing limply on the floor. Karen's eyes searched her husband's, seeing the turmoil behind the rage. "Please, Plankton," she said, her voice soothing. "Let's talk about this." But Plankton's anger was like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. He picked up another mug, his arm winding up to throw it, when Chip suddenly stepped forward, his eyes locked on his father's. "Dad," he said, his voice shaking. "Please don't." Plankton's antennae paused, his arm still raised. "WHY?" he growled, his eye wild with anger. "You think you can just tell me what to do?" And then, with a sickly twisted satisfaction, Plankton hurled the mug in front of Chip, purposefully missing him. The room seemed to hold its breath as the mug spun through the air, the shattering of porcelain on the tile floor a symphony of pain. "Dad," Chip said, his voice shaking. "It's not about control. It's about us. Our fam..." But Plankton was beyond words, his rage a living entity that consumed him. He grabbed a toaster, his grip white-knuckled, and hurled it at the fridge, the metallic clang a cacophony in the small kitchen. "I DON'T NEED YOUR SYMPATHY!" he bellowed, his antennae a blur.
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๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ: ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ•๐ŸŽ โ€œPlankton can you at least come out and do the dishes?โ€ Karen says. Her husband Plankton has been working at his desk, trying to plan and scheme. She brought him his meals for the past two days. He stayed up all night! โ€œHoney?โ€ No response. So she decided to go check on him. She goes to peek through the door. Plankton sat at his desk, slumped over, fast asleep. She saw his head nodded to the side, resting on his arm. A soft snore echoed in the silence. She noticed he was drooling a bit from his open mouth onto a stack of crumpled papers. Karen approached him. "Plankton," she cooed, placing her hand on his shoulder. He didn't budge. Karen gently shook him, but his snores grew louder. โ€œCโ€™mon, sweetie, time to wake up.โ€ She whispered, but his sleep was unyielding. With a gentle tug on the shoulder, she managed to pull his body upright, a line of drool still connecting his mouth to the paper. "Come on, Plankton," she said more firmly, this time her hand on his cheek, her thumb wiping away the drool, head lolling backward with a snort. โ€œPlankton, darling, please come to bed. You have been working so hard. Letโ€™s get some rest,โ€ she urged with a smile. But Plankton was too deeply asleep to hear her soft voice. His eye remained closed. With a sigh, Karen decided to get him up out of this chair herself. She took his arm and began to lift his weight from the chair. Plankton's body resisted, his head falling to her side with a dull thud. Karen chuckled, his snoring now vibrating. She managed to get him out of the chair. "Just a few steps, love," she murmured, but Plankton's snores grew like a crescendo in an orchestra. His limp body leaned into her like a ragdoll with no bones. She hoists him up on her shoulder, his arm dangling loosely, his snores growing rhythmic like a lullaby in a cartoon. The room was a mess, papers scattered like tiny white waves across the ocean of their living room. She stepped over them carefully, not wanting to wake his slumbering form. His office chair screeched as she pushed it aside with her foot, the sound like nails on a chalkboard in the quiet of the night. Plankton's arm slid off Karen's shoulder. She giggled nervously, his snoring now a symphony of sounds. She readjusted her grip, his head lolling against her. "Almost there," she whispered, her cheeks flushed with a mix of love and exasperation. The bedroom door creaked open like the entrance to a secret passage. Plankton's snores were a gentle soundtrack to the silent dance of her struggle. The bed looked like a mountain from here. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the climb. With his arm slung over her neck, his body limp, she began the ascent. Step by step, she inched closer. As she reached the bed, he slipped again, this time his head lolling back to hang over the edge of the mattress. โ€œOh no, you donโ€™t!โ€ she exclaimed, his weight making her stumble. With a laugh that was half exhaustion, half endearment, she tugged him up and laid him down gently. Karen watched his chest rise and fall in deep sleep. The room was dimly lit by the moon, his snores a soothing white noise in the quiet.
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CHIP AND FAIL ix (Autistic author) Chip stared at his dad, his mind racing. He had always known his dad was different, but he had never understood why. Now, as he watched the man he idolized quivering with overstimulation, he couldn't help but feel a deep sadness and anger. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, his voice tight. Plankton's antennae shot up, his face contorting with a sudden surge of anger. "ENOUGH!" he roared, the sound exploding from his chest like a bomb, his antennae quivering with each syllable. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" Chip recoiled, his eyes wide with shock. He had never heard his dad so angry before, never seen him so out of control. "Dad, I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice thick with unshed tears. "You're sorry?" Plankton spat, his antennae vibrating with rage. "You don't get it, Chip. You never will." His voice was a storm, his words cutting through the tension in the room. "You think I don't want to hear your stories? You think I don't want to be a part of your life?" His body trembled with the force of his emotions, his eye blazing with pain. Chip took a step back, his hands up in defense. "Dad, no, I..." But Plankton was a tornado, his anger a living thing in the room. "You think I don't want to connect with you?" he shouted, his antennas whipping around. "You think I don't love you?" His voice broke, his body shaking with the effort of holding back his tears. Chip stared at his dad, his eyes like saucers. "But Dad, you always push me away," he protested, his voice tiny in the face of Plankton's fury. "You never want me to touch you or..." "You just let me explain!" Plankton shouted, cutting him off. His antennae were a blur with the force of his emotions, his eye flashing. "You always keep pushing and pushing, and it's too much!" His words were a volley of thunder, each one striking Chip like a physical blow. Chip took a step back, his eyes filling with tears. "But Dad, I just want to be close to you," he choked out, his voice a mere wisp. "I don't understand why you can't..." "Because you don't listen!" Plankton's voice was a whip, slicing through the air. "You don't see the storm in my head, the way every touch feels like a storm, every sound a siren!" His antennae quivered with rage, his body tense. "You think it's easy for me? That I don't want to be there for you?" Chip took another step back, his hands up in defense. "I didn't know," he whispered, his eyes brimming with tears. "I just wanted to tell you about my week." He says reaching out with a trembling hand, but Plankton's swatting Chip's hand away. "Don't. Touch. Me!" Plankton roared, his body trembling with rage. "Can't you see that?" His voice was a knife, sharp and unforgiving. "And don't you DARE say you're better off without me!" His eye blazed with a fierce protectiveness that Chip had never seen before. Chip's hand hovered in the air, his fingers curling into a fist. "But Dad," he choked out, his voice thick with unshed tears, "I just want to be close to you." He took a step closer... "NO!" Plankton shouted, his antennae snapping like whips. "You don't get to invade my space like that!" His body was a live wire, his anger a force field that repelled Chip's reaching hand. "You think it's funny?" His voice was a maelstrom of pain and fury. Chip's eyes filled with tears, his hand dropping to his side. "I just wanted to help," he murmured, his voice tiny in the face of his father's storm.
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A JOURNEY TO AUTISM ix (Autistic author) The silence in the room was suffocating, the echo of Mr. Krabs' footsteps the only sound as he retreated to his home, his heart feeling heavier than his treasure chest. Sponge Bob's heart torn between pity and frustration. He looked at Plankton, his friend's gaze still locked on the chessboard, his body a portrait of rejection. "Plankton," he whispered, his voice full of pain. But Plankton didn't move, his antennas twitching slightly. Sponge Bob felt a lump form in his throat, his eyes brimming with tears. He didn't know what to do, what to say, to make things right. He glanced at Karen, her lights dimming slightly with sadness. "I'll leave you two to talk." With a nod to Sponge Bob, she left the room, leaving them alone in the stifling silence. Sponge Bob approached Plankton cautiously, his heart pounding. "What can I do?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Plankton's antennas twitched slightly, but he didn't look up. "Nothing," he murmured, his voice flat. "Cannot change." Sponge Bob's eyes welled with tears. "I mean right now, I can do what you want me to," he pleaded. "You're my best friend, Plankton." Plankton's antennas lifted, his single eye meeting Sponge Bob's gaze. "We can talk, we can play a game, we can watch some thing..." Plankton's antennas remained still, his expression unreadable. "Watch," he said finally, his voice devoid of enthusiasm. Sponge Bob nodded, his heart heavy with disappointment. He knew his friend needed space, and he would give it to him. The screen flickered to life. Sponge Bob felt a pang of despair, his hand hovering over the remote. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice trembling. Plankton nodded, his gaze unfocused. "Okay," he murmured. Sponge Bob selected a nature documentary, knowing Plankton. They sat in silence as the soothing sounds of the ocean filled the room, the TV's blue light washing over them. Plankton's body relaxed slightly, his antennas still as he watched. Sponge Bob felt a tiny spark of hope when Plankton scoots up next to him. The documentary played on, the narrator's soothing voice detailing the lives of jellyfish. Sponge Bob watched Plankton from the corner of his eye, his heart aching at the sight of his friend's vacant gaze. He reached over and gently placed his hand on Plankton's shoulder, his touch tentative. Plankton didn't flinch, his eye never leaving the screen. Sponge Bob swallowed the lump in his throat and whispered, "I'm here for you." Plankton's antenna twitched slightly, a barely perceptible acknowledgment. The silence stretched on, the only sound the rhythmic pulse of the jellyfish through the speakers. Sponge Bob's hand remained on Plankton's shoulder, his thumb making small, comforting circles. As the documentary droned on, Plankton's antennas gradually lost their rigidity, drooping slightly with each passing moment. The rhythmic pulse of the jellyfish on the screen seemed to lull him into a state of quiet contemplation. His gaze grew unfocused, his eyelid fluttered once, then twice, before finally settling shut. Plankton's tiny frame relaxed into SpongeBob's side, breathing evening out. His hand remained on Plankton's shoulder, his thumb continuing to make small circles as his friend slipped into slumber. When SpongeBob turned off the tv, he noticed Plankton's head drooped to the side with a soft snore, his body gone slack. Plankton was asleep, his chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. The yellow sponge felt a wave of relief wash over him as he realized that his friend had finally found some peace. He carefully scooted Plankton closer. He knew Plankton needed his rest, especially with his brain trying to adjust to this new reality. Karen came back in to see Plankton's antennas limp and Sponge Bob's hand on his shoulder. She nodded gently at the sponge, who looked up and sighed. "It's ok to let him rest. He's been through a lot." She says. Sponge Bob nods, his grip on Plankton's shoulder tightening slightly. "I know. I just want to help," he replies, his voice barely audible over Plankton's soft snores. Karen's lights flicker gently. "You are helping by being here, Sponge Bob. Just give him time and space to adjust." Sponge Bob nods, his eyes never leaving Plankton's sleeping face. "I'll do anything for him." Karen's light blips. "I know you will. But for now, let's get him to his bed." Sponge Bob nods, carefully scooping up Plankton, cradling him like a fragile shell. He carries him to the bedroom. He lays him down, tucking the blanket under his chin with extra care. Plankton's snores soften into a gentle purr, his antennas twitching slightly in his sleep. Sponge Bob pulls up a chair beside the bed, his eyes never leaving his friend's face. He feels a heavy responsibility, a desire to be there for Plankton in ways he's never had to before. As the minutes tick by, Sponge Bob begins to feel the weight of the day's events. His eyes grow heavy, his body swaying with exhaustion. Despite his resolve, he can't keep his lids open any longer. With a yawn, he collapses into the chair beside Plankton's bed, his head lolling to the side. His eyes close. Plankton opens his eye to find Sponge Bob asleep next to him. Plankton's gaze lingers on the sponge, his expression unreadable. He moves his antennas slightly, testing the boundaries of his new reality. The weight of Mr. Krabs' apology and his own words hang heavy on him. With a deep sigh, he knew that his relationship with Mr. Krabs was irrevocably changed, but he hadn't expected the sadness that accompanied the realization. He watched as Sponge Bob's chest lifted and fell in a steady rhythm, his grip on the blanket tight. A strange warmth spread through Plankton's heart, something he hadn't felt in a long time. Sponge Bob had always been his friend, even when he was at his worst. But this... This was different. This was someone sticking by him, not because they had to, but because they wanted to. The warmth grew, spreading through Plankton like a gentle current. It was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. He had felt it before, with Karen. Yet this was a different kind of warmth. This was friendship, pure and untainted by the greed that usually consumed him before... He studied Sponge Bob's peaceful face, his mind racing. This sponge, his enemy's best worker, had shown more kindness and understanding in the past few hours than anyone else in his life, other than Karen. And for what? A chance at the Krabby formula? No, for him. For Plankton. The warmth grew stronger, pushing out the coldness that usually dominated his thoughts. He felt a strange urge to reciprocate, to be... nicer. Sponge Bob stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "Plankton?" he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. Plankton's antennas lift slightly, his single eye focusing on the yellow form beside him. "Yes, Sponge Bob," he replies, his voice gentler than before. Sponge Bob sits up with a start. "How long have you been up?" he asks, his eyes searching Plankton's face for any sign of pain or distress. Plankton's antennas twitch slightly. "Not long," he murmurs, his gaze lingering on Sponge Bob. Sponge Bob's expression is a mixture of relief and concern. "Do you want to talk?" he asks, his voice gentle. Plankton's antennas wave slightly, a tiny nod of his head. "Talk," he echoes, his voice soft. Sponge Bob takes a deep breath, trying to form the words he desperately wants to say. "I just... I want you to know that I'm here for you, Plankton," he says, his voice shaking. Plankton's antennas wave slightly, and his eye narrows. "Here for Plankton," he echoes, his voice flat. Sponge Bob's eyes fill with tears. "Yes, Plankton," he whispers. "Always." Plankton's antennas twitch again, the word "always" echoing in his mind. "Always," he murmurs.
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CHIP OFF THE OLD TALKS ix (Autistic Author) As Karen heads back to her own bed, her mind is a whirlwind of emotions. She can't help but feel a twinge of anger at the cruel hand life has dealt Plankton, making something as simple as expressing love a monumental challenge. But she quickly pushes it aside, focusing on the love she feels for her husband and the determination to help their family navigate through this. The night passes slowly, filled with restlessness and worry. When dawn breaks, Karen is already preparing breakfast, hoping that the routine might offer a semblance of normalcy. The smell of pancakes fills the house, a silent promise that today will be better. Plankton emerges from the bedroom, his antennae drooping slightly, evidence of his fatigue. He meets Karen's gaze, and she offers him a soft smile. "How are you feeling?" she asks, her voice gentle. He shrugs, his antennae twitching nervously. "Tired," he admits. "But ready to talk to Chip." Karen nods with a mix of concern and admiration. "I'll get him up," she says, heading to Chip's room. When they all gather at the breakfast table, the tension in the air is palpable. Plankton sits stiffly, his antennae barely moving, as if afraid to break the delicate silence. Chip looks between them, his eyes wide and hopeful. "Chip," Karen says gently, taking a deep breath. "Remember what we talked about last night? About Daddy's meltdowns?" Chip nods, his eyes darting to Plankton, who's pushing his pancake around with a syrupy look of dread. "Daddy?" he says, his voice tentative. Plankton's antennae twitch, and he looks up, his gaze meeting Chip's. The fear and confusion in Chip's eyes is almost too much to bear, but he steels himself. "Yes, buddy?" he asks, his voice hoarse from the previous night's outburst. "I made you this," Chip says, pushing a plate of perfectly formed pancakes towards his father. "To make you feel better." Plankton's antennae perk up slightly at the gesture, his eye focusing on the food with a hint of curiosity. "Thanks, buddy," he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. Chip's eyes are glued to his father, his heart pounding in anticipation of a reaction. "Do you like them?" he asks, hope blooming in his voice. Plankton nods, his antennae waving slightly. "They look delicious," he says, and there's a hint of a smile in his voice. He takes a bite, chewing slowly. The room holds its breath, waiting. "They're great," he finally says, and Chip's face lights up. The tension in the room eases ever so slightly, the sweetness of the maple syrup mingling with the salty scent of fear that still lingers. Karen watches the exchange, her heart swelling with pride for both of them. Plankton's effort to engage, despite his exhaustion, is clear. Chip, for his part, seems to understand the unspoken rules of their new reality. They're all learning together, stumbling in the dark but finding their way through the maze of neurodivergence. "Daddy," Chip says after a moment, his voice filled with courage. "I know you have meltdowns sometimes. But I still love you." Plankton's antennae droop slightly, his chewing slowing. He looks at his son, his single eye filled with a mix of emotions: love, regret, and a hint of fear. "I know, buddy," he whispers. "And I too." The room remains quiet, the only sound the soft clinking of silverware against plates. Plankton clears his throat. "Chip, I need to tell you something." Chip looks up, his eyes wide and expectant. "What is it, Daddy?" Plankton takes a deep breath, his antennae fluttering. "I have something," he says slowly. "It's like... it's like my brain works differently than yours and Mommy's." Chip's eyes never leave his dad's, nodding slightly. "Ok," he says, his voice steady. Plankton's antennae twitch, and he looks down at his plate, his voice quivering. "It's called Autism," he says. "It means that sometimes, I get really, really upset, and my body reacts in ways that might scare you." Chip's expression is a blend of confusion and curiosity. "But why do you get upset, Daddy?" he asks. Plankton's antennae wiggle as he searches for the right words. "Sometimes, things that don't bother you or Mommy can feel really, really big to me," he explains. "It's like when you're scared of a thunderstorm, and the thunder feels like it's right next to you." Chip's brow furrows, and he nods. "But you're not scared of storms, Daddy," he points out. "It's different, bud," Plankton says, his antennae stilling for a moment. "It's like... sometimes my brain gets a storm inside, and I don't know how to make it stop." Chip nods, his eyes never leaving Plankton's. "But you're ok now?" he asks, his voice small. Plankton nods, his antennae moving in a way that Karen knows means he's trying to be brave. "I'm ok," he says, his voice a little stronger. "But I might have more storms. And when I do, I might need some space." Chip looks at him seriously, his young mind working to understand. "Ok," he says, his voice a soft echo of Plankton's earlier apology. "I won't make it stormy for you, Daddy." Plankton's antennae twitch with a mix of love and relief. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "That means the world to me." Karen watches them, her heart swelling with hope. Maybe, just maybe, this is the start of a new understanding. "And you know," she adds, her voice gentle, "Whenever you have questions or if you're scared, you can come to me and/or Daddy, and we'll explain as best as we can." Chip nods, his gaze still focused on Plankton. "But what if I don't know when Iโ€™m irritating you?" Plankton's antennae droop, and he sighs. "That's the hard part," he admits. "Sometimes I don't know either. But we can learn together, ok?" Chip nods, his eyes still on his dad's. "Ok," he says, his voice a little shaky. Karen pours them both a glass of juice, hoping to lighten the mood. "Why don't we talk about what you can do to help?" she suggests, handing a glass to Chip. Chip takes a sip, his eyes still on Plankton. "What can I do?" he asks, his voice earnest. Plankton's antennae twitch thoughtfully. "Well," he says, "sometimes, all I need is a little space, like when I'm in the middle of a big idea." Chip nods, remembering the times when Plankton would get so focused on his latest contraption that the slightest disturbance would send him into a tizzy. "I can do that," he says, his voice filled with determination. Plankton's antennae lift slightly. "And when you do freeze, Dad," Chip continues, his voice soft, "How can I tell if you need a hug or if you just need me to sit with you?" Karen's eyes fill with pride as she watches her son's bravery. Plankton looks at Chip, his antennae moving in a way that she knows means he's trying to find the right words. "If I freeze," he says slowly, "it's ok to just be there, to wait until I come back. I might not be able to hug you right then, but I'll know you're there." Chip nods, his grip on his juice glass tightening slightly. "What about meltdowns?" he asks, his voice quivering. Plankton's antennae droop, and he takes a deep breath. "Those are harder," he admits. "But if you can give me space and maybe some quiet, it'll help me calm down faster." Chip nods solemnly, his eyes never leaving Plankton's. "I'll try," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. โ€œDad, what types of touch do you like and what types of affection do you dislike?โ€ Plankton's antennae twitch, and he looks at Karen for a moment, unsure of how to answer. She gives him a gentle nod of encouragement. "Well," he starts, "I'm not a big fan of surprise hugs or pats on the back, especially when I'm working or thinking hard. But a hand on my shoulder or a quiet 'I love you' is always nice." Chip nods, processing the information. "So, like when you're stressed, I should just tell you I love you?" Plankton's antennae wobble with the weight of his nod. "Yes," he says. "That's right. Just remember, buddy, everyone shows love differently." Karen's eyes are filled with hope as she watches the conversation unfold. It's not perfect, but it's a start. A start to understanding and acceptance. "And if you need more than that, Daddy?" Chip asks, his voice small but earnest. Plankton looks at him, his antennae moving in a way that Karen can't quite read. "If I need more than that," he says, "I'll tell you. Or Mommy will help you understand." Chip nods, taking another sip of his juice. "Ok," he says, his voice small. "But what if I don't know what to say?" Plankton's antennae wiggle slightly, and he looks down at his plate. "That's ok, Chip," he says. "Sometimes, just sitting with me is enough."
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AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY iii (Autistic author) Karen picked him up, and carried his limp form to his bed. She stood there for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall. The snores grew quieter as sleep consumed him. The weight of what had just happened settled on her shoulders. Karen lay him down gently. She tucked him in, his antennae resting against the pillow. The room was quiet except for his soft snores, a stark contrast to the chaos that had filled it moments before. Karen sat by his side, her hand on his arm. After a few moments, she stood up and walked to the door, closing it gently behind her. She found Hanna in the living room, her eyes red-rimmed and worried. "Hanna, I need to talk to you," Karen said, her voice firm but not accusing. Hanna looked up, her expression hopeful for guidance. Karen sat beside her, her eyes on her own hands, which were fidgeting in her lap. "Plankton's been through a lot," she began, her voice measured. "He's different now." Hanna nodded, her eyes wide with unspoken questions. "Still coming to terms with it but you're just fine. It's a rarity, yet he'll be fine." "I guess I'll head out. I never meant to cause Plankton distress." Karen nodded, her eyes still on her fidgeting hands. "Thank you for understanding. I'm pretty sure he knows you didn't mean to, but I can still tell him when he wakes up." Hanna left, and Karen went back to the bedroom. Plankton was still asleep, his breathing steady and peaceful. Karen sat by the bed. Plankton's snores were the only sound in the room, a gentle reminder of the peace that sleep brought him from his tumultuous world of heightened senses. Karen took a deep breath, her thoughts racing. This was their new normal, a dance of understanding and patience they would have to learn. When Plankton next woke up, his eye searched the room, his antennae twitching slightly. He looked over to find Karen sitting in a chair beside the bed, her gaze on him. "Hi," she said, her voice gentle. He sat up slowly, the fabric of the bed rustling beneath his weight. "How are you feeling?" Karen's concern was palpable, her eyes scanning his face for any signs of distress. Plankton took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts. Karen's presence was a balm to his soul, her understanding a lifeline in the storm of sensory input. "Where's Hanna?" Karen sighed, her gaze never leaving his face. "She left, sweetie. You were a bit...overwhelmed." Plankton nodded, his antennae twitching with the memory of the sensory assault. "It's okay," Karen assured him, her voice a soft whisper. "She just didn't understand, and felt bad for the way she treated you." Plankton nodded, his antennae still. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos from before. He took a moment to collect himself, his thoughts racing. "Sorry," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. Karen reached out and took his hand, her grip firm but gentle. "You have nothing to apologize for," she said, her tone soothing. "This is all new to us. Would you like to eat?" Plankton nodded. "I'll get you something quiet and simple," Karen said, standing up. She knew that too much stimulation could send him spiraling. In the kitchen, she prepared a snack of plain crackers. She placed the plate on the table carefully, not wanting to startle his heightened senses again. Plankton entered the room, his movements deliberate and slow. He sat down across from her, his eye darting around the room. "It's ok," Karen reassured him, handing him the plate of crackers. "Just food." "Just food. It's ok; just food." He repeats back to himself, focusing on the plate. Each cracker was a tiny square of safety, a familiar comfort in a sea of sensory uncertainty. He took a deep breath and selected one. The taste was comforting, a reminder of a simpler time. Karen watched him, her screen filled with love. Plankton took a sip of water, his eye never leaving hers. "It's ok just food," he said again, his voice still low. "Karen good and good food. It's ok." Karen nodded, her smile a mix of relief and sadness. She knew his echolalic tendencies was the autism, but she's glad he likes the food as well. They sat in silence, the only sound the crunch of crackers and the occasional sip of water. Plankton's eye focused on the cracker in his hand, the patterns on the surface a comfort. His autistic brain craved the predictability, the sameness that calmed his nerves. This was the man she knew, yet he was different. The Plankton who was always plotting and scheming was now one who found comfort in the mundane. His mind felt clearer now, the overwhelming chaos of the earlier encounter with Hanna beginning to fade. Karen watched him, her heart breaking for the silent struggle she knew he faced every moment. "I'll talk to Hanna," she said gently. "I'll explain. What do you want me to tell her? What'd you like for her to know?" Plankton's gaze remained on the cracker, his thumb tracing the edge. "Tell her sorry," he mumbled. "What else? I mean, is it ok if I tell her you're autistic now? Or what about the accident that lead to the autism?" Plankton's antennae twitched at the word 'accident', his mind reeling with memories of the stove, the fight with Mr. Krabs, the pain. But he nodded slowly. "Ok," he murmured. Karen's heart ached at the simplicity of his response. The complexity of his thoughts was now a tightly guarded secret, hidden behind a wall of sensory overload. "Okay, I will," Karen said, her voice soft. "But remember, it's ok to be different." Plankton nodded, his eye still on his food. But as he took another cracker, he paused. He looked up, his gaze locking with hers. "Karen," he said, his voice a little stronger now. "I, I l-love you." Karen's eyes widened at the sudden declaration. "Oh, Plankton," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you too." Plankton nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Karen making everything okay," he murmured. He took another cracker, his hands shaking slightly. "You make Plankton feel safe," he continues with sincerity. "In a world that's too much, Karen not too much." Karen's eyes filled with tears at his heartfelt words. She reached across the table and took his hand. "Plankton, I'm here for you. Always." Plankton's antennae stopped twitching. He looked into her screen, his own filled with a depth of emotion that hadn't seen before. "You good, Karen," he said, his voice steady. "Helping Plankton." Plankton was finding his way to express himself, to connect with her in a way that was meaningful. She squeezed his hand. "I'll always help you," she promised. "Karen," Plankton began, his voice tentative. He took a deep breath, trying to find the words. "I love you, Karen," he said finally, his eye intense with feeling. Karen swelled with love and pride. Despite his struggles, Plankton was learning to express his emotions in a way that made sense to him. It was a victory, small but significant. "Thank you, Plankton," she said, squeezing his hand. "Your love makes me happy." His antennae twitched slightly, a sign of his awkwardness with the emotional exchange. The room was quiet, the only noise the soft sound of their breathing and the occasional crunch of a cracker. Plankton's eye searched hers, looking for reassurance. "Plankton need...space," he managed, his voice shaky. "Too...much emotional interaction. Still love." Karen nodded, understanding dawning. "Okay, sweetie," she said, releasing his hand. "I'll be right here. Take all the time you need."
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CHIP AND FAIL iii (Autistic author) "Ok Dad," he said. "Let's go to your workshop." Maybe there, he would be able to come back to himself. But Plankton's not budging, despite Chip's efforts to get him up. "Come on," he said, his voice gentle, trying to mask his own fear. "Let's go." But he sees it's not gonna work. He hadn't realized that his excited touches and loud laughter were only making things worse. Plankton's condition meant that even the smallest disruption could send him spiraling, and here Chip was, bombarding him with sensations. With a tremble in his voice, Chip tried one more time to reach his father. "Dad, can you just come with me?" He asked, his voice small and hopeful. "We'll talk in the workshop." But Plankton still didn't move, his eye fixed on some unseen horizon. Chip stood up, wiping the tears from his screen, trying to listen for his dad's breathing. Chip doesn't like this. Chip's face crumpled, realizing that his dad isn't okay. This was chilling. The more Chip talked, the more he touched, the deeper Plankton's mind spun into a vortex of overstimulation. "Dad, you're not talking," Chip whispered, his voice cracking with concern. He had never seen his father like this, so silent and still. He didn't know that the affectionate gestures and loud stories were only adding to Plankton's distress. "Dad, please," Chip said, his voice small. This wasn't right. This is wrong. Something is very wrong with his dad. Chip's eyes filled with tears, his mind racing with fear and confusion. Something's wrong with his dad. "Dad, you're not okay," Chip said, his voice filled with a new urgency. But now, he knew it was something more, something he didn't know how to fix. But he needs to try. "Can you tell me about your week too?" Absolutely no sign of life from him. This is bad. He's getting worse... Chip didn't know that Plankton's lack of response was due to his autism, that his sensory system was in overdrive. All he knew was that he needed to help, to do something. With a tremble in his hands, Chip gently touched Plankton's shoulder. "Dad, can you hear me?" He asked, his voice soft and soothing, hoping to cut through the storm in his father's mind. But Plankton's expression remained unchanged, his eye unfocused. Chip felt like he was shouting into a void, his words disappearing without a trace. The room was spinning, the air thinning with each shallow breath Plankton took. Chip's mind raced with scenarios, trying to piece together what could've caused this sudden change. "Is there something wrong?" He asked, his voice quavering. "Did something happen?" But Plankton was lost, the cacophony of Chip's excitement echoing through his overstimulated brain like a never- ending nightmare. Chip's touches grew gentler, his laughter fading into a soft concern. "I don't get it," he said, his voice thick with confusion. "I just wanted to tell you about my week." Plankton felt the pressure but his mind was a maelstrom of sensation. "Dad," Chip said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I don't know what's going on." He nudged him, and he remained still and unblinking as the prod toppled him onto his side, with no reaction. The room felt colder, the air heavier with each passing second. He had never seen his father so unresponsive, so utterly lost to the world around him. "Dad," he tried again, his voice trembling. "You're scaring me." Plankton's eye remained fixed. The gentle touches from Chip were now a maelstrom of sensation, each one a wave crashing against the shore of his overwhelmed mind. Chip's smile faded as he watched his father. "Dad, you're not okay," he murmured, his voice laced with concern. He didn't know about Plankton's condition, how his brain processed stimuli differently, how easily it could be overwhelmed. All he knew was that his dad, the man he looked up to, was trapped in a silent prison of his own making.
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A JOURNEY TO AUTISM iii (Autistic author) Inside, she sets him down on their favorite couch, the one with the frayed edges and the squeaky spring that always reminded them of their first date. The room is cluttered with half-finished inventions and plans for Krabby Patty heists. She sits beside him. The silence stretches on, heavier than a net full of anchovies. Plankton's antennas twitch, his eye darting around the room, taking in the chaos. Karen's mind is racing, wondering if he recognizes any of it, if it brings back any memories of their life together. "Home," he murmurs, his voice filled with uncertainty. The room feels smaller, more cramped than she remembered, as if the walls are closing in on them. "Do you like it here?" she asks, trying to gauge his reaction. He looks around, his antennas moving slightly as he processes his surroundings. "Home," he says again, his voice a mix of curiosity and confusion. The room is a jumble of wires, gadgets, and half-eaten chum sticks. Karen's with tears as she realizes how much she's taken for granted their life together. She had always loved Plankton's quirks and his boundless energy, but now his mind seemed to be stuck in a loop, unable to move beyond the basic functions of acknowledgment. "Home," Plankton says again, his antennas drooping. "Home with Karen." The repetition of the words stirs something within Karen. Echolalia, the doctor had called it, a common trait in those with autism. It was Plankton's way of trying to understand the world around him, to find comfort in familiar words and phrases. "Yes," she whispers, her throat tight with emotion. "This is our home." The room seems to shrink around them as Plankton's echolalic chant of "home with Karen" repeats in a soothing loop. Each time he says it, Karen feels a pang of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he was finding comfort in the simplicity of their life together. "Home with Karen," he says again, his antennas slightly more animated. Karen nods, brimming with tears. "Yes, Plankton, we're home." But she sees a flicker of distress in his eye. "Sponge Bob," he whispers, his antennas quivering with urgency. "Where's Sponge Bob?" Karen's heart squeezes at the mention of him. "Sponge Bob's not here right now," she says, choosing her words carefully. "But he'll come to visit." Plankton's antennas shoot up, his eye wide. "Sponge Bob," he repeats, his voice gaining strength. "Friend. Need Sponge Bob." The desperation in his tone is heart-wrenching, and Karen knows she needs to act fast to soothe his anxiety. "Ok, ok," she says, her voice calm. "Let's call Sponge Bob." Karen picks up the phone, her hands shaking slightly as she dials the familiar number. The phone rings once, twice, before it's answered by a cheerful voice. "Karen?" Sponge Bob's voice sounds surprised but concerned. "Is everything ok?" Karen takes a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady. "It's Plankton," she says. "He's asking for you to come over." There's a pause on the other end of the line. "Plankton? But we're... I mean?" Sponge Bob's voice is filled with confusion. Karen's with desperation as she watches Plankton rock back and forth on the couch, his chant growing louder. "Sponge Bob. Need Sponge Bob." "Please, Sponge Bob," she pleads, her voice cracking. Sponge Bob's voice on the other end of the line softens. "Of course, Karen. I'll be right over." The line goes dead, and Karen hangs up the phone, feeling a tiny spark of hope. Plankton's cries for Sponge Bob have become more insistent, his rocking more pronounced. She gently places a hand on his shoulder, trying to soothe him. "Sponge Bob's coming, Plankton," she says, her voice steady. "He'll be here soon." Plankton's rocking slows, his antennas drooping slightly. "Sponge Bob," he whispers, his eye searching hers. "Safe." The word hangs in the air, and Karen realizes that despite his confusion, he feels comfort in Sponge Bob's presence. A few moments later, they hear the telltale sound of bubbles popping against the glass, and a knock on the door. With a tremble, Karen stands and opens it to reveal Sponge Bob, looking slightly nervous but determined. "Hi, Plankton!" he exclaims. Plankton's antennas shoot up at the sound of his name, and he whips his head around to face the door. "Sponge Bob!" he shouts, his eye lighting up with an unmistakable joy. Sponge Bob steps into the room. "Sponge Bob!" he exclaims, his voice a mix of excitement and relief. He lunges forward, wrapping his tiny arms around the larger sponge in an embrace. Sponge Bob looks surprised but quickly returns the hug, his spongy form enveloping Plankton completely. "Plankton, what's going on?" he asks, his eyes wide with concern. He's never seen Plankton like this. Plankton pulls back, his expression a jumble of emotions. "Sponge Bob," he says again, his voice filled with affection. He grabs Sponge Bob's hand and tugs him closer. "Home with Karen. Need you." Sponge Bob looks to Karen, his eyes filled with uncertainty, but she nods encouragingly. "It's ok," she says. "He's just happy you're here." The sight of Plankton's excited state brings a smile to Sponge Bob's face, despite his confusion. He sits down next to him on the couch, his own excitement growing. "What do you want to do?" Sponge Bob asks, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. Plankton's antennas twitch as he thinks, his eye darting around the room. "Let's play a game," he suddenly exclaims, his voice filled with a child-like excitement that hadn't been there before. "What kind of game, Plankton?" Karen asks, eager to encourage his newfound energy. "Chess!" he exclaims, pointing to a dusty board in the corner of the room. Sponge Bob's eyes widen with surprise, but he doesn't hesitate. He leaps up from the couch and wipes the dust from the board with his spongy hand, setting up the pieces with surprising efficiency. Karen watches from the sidelines, her heart swelling with love and hope as Plankton's enthusiasm grows. He moves the pieces with a frenetic energy, his eye alight with a joy she hadn't seen since before the accident. Sponge Bob, ever the optimist, matches his excitement, even though he's clearly outmatched by Plankton's strategic mind. "Checkmate!" Plankton cries out, his antennas waving with each word. Sponge Bob's expression is a mix of surprise and admiration. "Wow, Plankton, you're really good at this!" The room echoes with Plankton's laughter, a sound that's both familiar and foreign to Karen's ears. The old Plankton would have gloated. "Checkmate," he says again, his antennas bobbing in excitement. "Checkmate, checkmate." Sponge Bob laughs, a wonderful, genuine laugh that fills the room. "You win, Plankton," he says, his hands clapping together. Plankton's antennas stop twitching for a moment, and he looks at Sponge Bob, his eye studying the sponge's reaction. "Win," he repeats, a hint of understanding in his voice. "Win at chess." He claps like SpongeBob. Sponge Bob's eyes light up, seeing the connection. "Yes, Plankton, you won the chess game," he says, his voice soothing. "You're really good at it." Plankton's antennas start to twitch again, his eye darting between the board and Sponge Bob. "Win," he murmurs, his voice filled with a newfound sense of pride. "Win with Sponge Bob." The phrase becomes a chant, his brain finding solace in the repetition. "Win with Sponge Bob, win with Sponge Bob." Sponge Bob smiles warmly, picking up the rhythm of Plankton's words. "Yes, Plankton," he says, his voice soothing. "You won the game. You're a great chess player." Plankton's antennas quiver, his eye locking onto Sponge Bob's. "Great chess player," he echoes, his voice a mix of pride and amazement. "Win with Sponge Bob." Karen watches from the sidelines with hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was the breakthrough they needed. Sponge Bob's presence was calming him, bringing out a side of Plankton she hadn't seen since the accident.
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NEUROBEHAVIORAL PLANKTON iii (Autistic author) "Now let's go to the living room and I'll go pick up a smoothie for you. Can you stay here by yourself?" He nodded, his expression slightly less tense. "I'll be back soon," she assured him, squeezing his shoulder before leaving the Chum Bucket. Just moments later, Karen's friend Hanna came for a surprise visit. She knew Karen had a husband named Plankton, but she never met him. Plankton was now back on the living room couch. "Oh, you must be Plankton!" Hanna exclaimed. Plankton's eye flitted to her, his expression unreadable. Hanna walked over to the couch, her smile wide and genuine. "It's so nice to finally meet you," she said, embracing him in a hug. Plankton stiffened, his eye wide with surprise. His body tensed, his mind racing to process this new sensory input. "You ok?" Hanna asked, pulling back slightly. She had noticed his reaction but didn't know the reason behind it. Plankton nodded, his eye darting around the room again. He wasn't used to such spontaneous affection, and the unexpected sensation of Hanna's arms around him had thrown him off balance. "Yes, I am Plankton," he murmured, his voice monotone. He wasn't quite sure how to respond. Hanna's smile didn't waver, unaware of the turmoil within his mind. "How are you feeling today?" Plankton's gaze flicked to the ceiling, his mind racing to find the right words. "Today, feeling," he echoed, his voice still a whisper. The repetition was a comfort, a way to process the flood of sensory information that assaulted him continuously. Hanna looked at him with a puzzled expression. "You know, your wife Karen tells me you're an inventor," she said, her tone innocently curious. Plankton's eye locked onto hers, his mind racing to understand the context of her words. "Inventor," he repeated, his voice flat. It was a word he knew, but it felt foreign now, as if it belonged to someone else. "Yes, inventor," Hanna said, nodding enthusiastically. "I've heard so much about your gadgets and contraptions. What are you working on these days?" Plankton's eye flitted around the room again, his mind struggling to grasp the concept of 'working'. "Gadgets, contraptions," he murmured, his voice a broken record. Hanna's expression was one of confusion, her smile beginning to fade. "Well, what do you do all day?" she prodded gently, trying to coax him out of his silence. Plankton's reply was immediate and robotic, "Do, all day, all day." Hanna's brow furrowed, uncertain how to interpret his repetitive response. She had known Karen for years, but Plankton's behavior was unlike anything she had ever heard of her friend's husband. "Do you like the beach?" she asked, hoping to engage him in conversation. Plankton's eye blinked slowly, his mind processing the question. "Beach," he echoed, his voice hollow. Hanna nodded, encouraged by his response. "Yes, the beach! It's such a beautiful place. Do you ever go there?" Plankton's gaze shifted to the window, the memory of sand and surf a distant whisper. "Go, beach, beautiful place," he said, his words a stuttered echo of hers. Hanna's smile dimmed slightly. This wasn't the witty banter she was expecting from Karen's husband. "Is there anything you'd like to talk about?" she asked, uncertain. Plankton's eye moved to hers, his gaze intense. "Talk," he repeated, his voice a whisper. Hanna felt a twinge of discomfort. Something was off about his responses, but she couldn't quite put her tentacle on what it was. "Well, what do you like to do for fun?" she tried again, her tone tentative. Plankton's eye wandered back to his own hand, fidgeting with his fingers. "Do, fun," he murmured, the words a reflexive response to the question. Hanna's eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you do for fun?" she clarified, wondering if he had simply misunderstood. Plankton's gaze remained on his fidgeting hand, his mind racing to connect the concept of 'fun' with his new reality. "Do, fun," he repeated, his voice devoid of the mirth he once expressed so freely. Hanna's smile was now forced, her confusion growing with each interaction. "Plankton, can you tell me what you enjoy doing?" she asked, hoping for a clearer response. He looked up at her, his gaze slightly less focused than before. "Enjoy doing," he repeated, his voice a faint echo. Hanna's twitched with concern. "You know, like hobbies or interests," she prompted gently, trying to keep her voice light. Plankton's eye moved back to his fidgeting hand, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and sensory overload. "Hobbies, interests," he murmured, his voice a hollow echo. Hanna's concern was now clear on her screen. "You know, like things you like to do in your free time," she tried again, her voice a little less bright. Plankton's eye latched onto hers. "Free time," he repeated, his voice a monotone. "Like to do." Hanna's eyes widened slightly, her confusion growing with each word he said. "Yes, exactly," she nodded, her voice a little more cautious now. "What do you like to do in your free time? Well, other than repetition.." She awkwardly laughs as she elbows him multiple times, not knowing how her touch is irritating Plankton. Plankton's getting more frustrated/angry now, as Hanna goes to pat his shoulder. He can't take much more now. Hanna's touch was like a brand, searing his already overwhelmed senses. He flinched away, his body rigid with tension. "Plankton, are you ok?" Hanna asked, her voice filled with concern. She noticed his discomfort but couldn't pinpoint the cause. He nodded slightly, his expression unreadable. "Ok, ok," he mumbled, his voice still a monotone. Hanna looked at him with concern, her smile slipping. "Karen said you used to be quite the conversationalist. What happened?" She says, grabbing his elbow; but that's the last straw for Plankton. Plankton's eye snapped up to hers, his voice sharp. "What happened? You happened!" He snapped, his words sharp as a knife. The sudden aggression in his tone was like a slap in the face, catching Hanna off guard. She took a step back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." she began, but Plankton was on a roll now. "You don't know what happened!" his voice grew louder, his words quickening with each syllable. "You don't know anything!" Hanna's eyes went wide with shock. This was not the Plankton Karen had described. Her arms flailed in the air as she tried to placate his sudden anger. "I'm sorry, Plankton. I just didn't know..."
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CATCH IN MY CHIP iii (Autistic author) They sit in silence for a few moments, Chip's screen glued to his dad's still form. The only sound is the steady rhythm of Plankton's shallow breathing. As the minutes tick by, Chip's thoughts swirl with confusion and guilt. He had no idea that his dad's quirks and sensitivities were part of something so complex. He'd just thought Plankton was easily annoyed or tired. Karen notices his son's distress and decides it's time to explain more. "You know how sometimes you get really excited about something, and you just can't keep it in?" she asks. Chip nods. "Yeah, like when I see a new toy or when I've got a great idea for a sandcastle." "Well, for Dad, it's like that all the time," Karen continues. "Every little thing can be a big deal, and sometimes it's just too much." She pauses, looking at Plankton with a mix of love and concern. "But he's also the smartest person I know, and he loves you so much. That's what's important." Chip nods, his eyes filling with tears as he watches his mom care for his dad. He'd always felt a bit left out, not understanding why Plankton would sometimes retreat from the world. But now he gets it. It's not that his dad didn't want to share in his excitement, it's just that sometimes, the world was too much for him. "Mom, I'm sorry," he whispers, his throat tight with emotion. "I didn't mean to make him... like this." Karen pulls him into a warm embrace. "You didn't do anything wrong, Chip. This isn't your fault. Dad's brain just works differently. And now that we know, we can help each other understand." Chip sniffles against her, his thoughts racing. "Does he know what's happening or can he understand us?" "Sometimes he can," Karen says, her voice low and soothing. "But right now, I don't think he realizes anything's happening around him." "What if he doesn't wake up?" The fear in his voice is palpable. "He will, honey," Karen says, her tone reassuring. "It just takes a little time. It's like when you're really tired and you need a nap. His brain needs to rest." The room is quiet except for the occasional sound of the air conditioner kicking in, a stark contrast to the excitement that had filled it just moments ago. Chip watches his dad, feeling a wave of emotion wash over him. He wants to laugh and share more stories, but he knows now that his dad's brain needs a break. As they wait, Karen starts to clean up the mess Chip made. The sand and papers scattered across the floor seem so trivial now, a stark reminder of the chaos his enthusiasm can create for his dad. He helps her, carefully picking up each piece, placing them back into their rightful spots. His mind is racing with thoughts of how to be a better son, how to make sure his dad doesn't feel like this again. They work in silence, the only sounds the rustling of papers and the occasional clank of a metal item being set back on the desk. The room slowly transforms back to its usual state of order, a stark contrast to the turmoil Plankton was experiencing. Chip's eyes never leave his dad, hoping to see any sign of improvement. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Plankton's eye blinks, and the tension in the room shifts. His breathing becomes deeper and more regular. Karen's shoulders relax as she sees the first signs of Plankton coming back to himself. She gives Chip's hand a gentle squeeze. "Look, honey. He's starting to come out of it." Chip stares, hope filling his chest. Plankton's antennas twitch slightly. He blinks a few more times, as if trying to bring the room into focus. "What... what happened?" His voice is weak, almost a whisper. Karen's grip tightens on Chip's hand. "You just needed a little break, sweetie," she says softly. "It's okay."
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JUST A TOUCH iii (Autistic author) ยฆ แถ หกโฑโฟแถœสฐโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แต—แต’แต˜แถœสฐ Once home, she helped him settle into his favorite chair, his eye scanning the room. Everything was in its place, exactly as he liked it. Karen noticed his breathing slow as the familiarity washed over him. She knew that routine and order could be vital to his comfort now to avoid triggering his anxiety. Then suddenly, Plankton began to rock back and forth. Karen recognized the motion. It was a new behavior, one she hadn't seen before. His body swayed with a rhythm that matched the ticking of the antique clock on the wall. "It's okay, sweetie," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "We're home now." The rocking grew more intense, his eye darting around the room, his antennae vibrating with each back-and-forth movement. Karen's mind raced, trying to remember the doctor's words. Sensory overload. He needed calm. Swiftly, she dimmed the lights, the neon signs from the Krabby Patty franchise across the street casting soothing shadows through the windows. The glow was just enough to illuminate the space without causing further distress, and she watched as Plankton's rocking subsided. She sat by him. She grasped and squeezed his shoulder. But this time, he flinched. "Plankton?" she asked, concern etching her voice. He pulled away from her, his antennae dropping to his side. The doctor had mentioned that some with autism might have heightened sensitivity to touch. Karen felt a knot in her stomach. "What if he doesn't like me touching him anymore?" she thought. "What if I can't comfort him when he's upset?" She decided to test the waters gently. Reaching out, she lightly trailed her finger over his hand. Plankton didn't react. Encouraged, she placed her hand on his shoulder again, this time more softly. He tensed, then relaxed. It was progress. "Let's start with simple touch," she said, her voice soothing. The doctor had mentioned that Plankton might be hypersensitive to certain types of touch, and Karen was determined to navigate this new aspect of their relationship with care. She placed a gentle hand on his knee, and Plankton flinched, his antennae retreating. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice as soothing as a lullaby. "It's just me, Karen." Her hand hovered over his, unsure of the best way to provide comfort. Karen took a deep breath, deciding to try again. This time, she approached with care, her touch feather-light, gliding over his hand like the softest of sea breezes. Plankton's antennae twitched, and his gaze remained on her hand, watching the movement as if it were the most fascinating thing he had ever seen. Gradually, the tension in his body eased, and his hand lifted to meet hers. It was a tentative touch, his fingers brushing against hers, testing the waters. Karen felt a rush of relief. "See, it's okay," she murmured, keeping her voice low and even. Plankton's hand was cold, his grip firm but not painful. His eye locked onto hers, searching for reassurance. Slowly, she began to stroke his hand with her thumb, applying the slightest pressure. His breathing evened out, his antennae rising slightly. Encouraged, she tried a different type of touchโ€”a gentle squeeze. This time, he didn't flinch. Instead, his hand returned the gesture, his own grip matching hers in strength. Karen felt a flicker of hope. "Maybe we can find a way through this," she thought. They sat in silence for a few moments, their hands entwined, as Karen tried to think of the next step. The doctor's words echoed in her mind: find what works for him. Gently, she began to rub his hand, her thumb moving in small, soothing circles. Plankton seemed to find comfort in the predictable pattern, his body unwinding a fraction more. Encouraged, Karen leaned in closer, her other hand reaching out to tap his shoulder. But as soon as her hand made contact with his skin, he jerked away, his eye flashing with fear and pain. "I'm sorry," she said quickly, her heart racing. "I didn't mean to scare you." Plankton stared at her, his expression unreadable. "It's just, sometimes touch feels..." His words trailed off, and Karen felt her own fear rising. "Painful?" she guessed, her voice trembling. Plankton nodded, his antennae drooping. "Some touches are okay, others..." He paused, his eye darting to his hand, which was still wrapped around hers. "It's confusing." Karen nodded, her heart aching for him. She knew she had to be more mindful of his sensory needs. Carefully, she pats his cheek with the back of her hand, the lightest of touches. Plankton's antennae flinched, but he didn't pull away until she put both of her hands on his shoulders. The sudden pressure was too much, like an electric shock. "Karen," he said, his voice tight with discomfort, "too much." Karen nodded, her hands retreating to her lap. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice small. "I didn't mean to..." Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye searching hers. "It's okay, Karen," he said, his voice measured. "But some touches are too much." Karen nodded, her heart heavy. She had so much to learn about this new Plankton, this person she knew so well yet barely knew at all. "I'll be more careful," she promised, squeezing his hand gently. Plankton's gaze remained steady on hers, his expression neutral. "Thank you, Karen," he said, giving her a side hug. This was a Plankton she had never seen before, one who spoke in a staccato rhythm, his movements precise and calculated. Yet, in the safety of their home, Karen saw glimpses of the man she knew. Her eyes fell upon a pamphlet the doctor had given her, titled 'Understanding Neurodivergence'. She picked it up and began to read. The first few pages were dedicated to explaining what it meant to be neurodivergent, how it wasn't an illness but a natural variation in the brain. Plankton's new condition, Acquired Autism, was one of the many spectrums that fell under this umbrella. Karen read through the descriptions of different behaviors, her eyes widening as she recognized some of the changes in Planktonโ€” his need for order, his heightened sensitivity to stimuli, and his newfound obsessions. The pamphlet explained that these were common in individuals with his condition and offered optional suggestions for supporting them. Her gaze fell upon a section titled 'Seizure Protocols'. Karen's eyes widened as she read about the different types of seizures that could occur due to neurodivergence. Some were minor, like staring spells, while others could be more severe. Her heart raced as she thought of Plankton, his body stiffening and shaking. The pamphlet recommended to keep any sharp or harmful objects away from him. It was important not to restrain him, but instead, to gently guide him to the floor if necessary. The next section discussed how to communicate with someone on the spectrum. It suggested using clear, direct language, avoiding sarcasm and idioms. Karen realized that she would have to learn a new way of speaking with Plankton. Her screen skimmed over the pages, absorbing the information like a sponge. The pamphlet highlighted the importance of individuality and diversity, emphasizing that Plankton's brain was not broken, but simply wired differently. This was a concept she had heard of before, but it had never hit so close to home. The causes of neurodisability varied widely, from genetics to congenital to trauma. One paragraph caught her attentionโ€”brain injuries could lead to conditions like Acquired Autism. The words swirled in her mind, a stark reminder of the wrench that had changed everything. As Karen read on, she learned about the complex interplay of biological factors and life experiences that can shape a person's neurodivergence. It was both overwhelming and fascinating, a glimpse into a world she had never truly understood.
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GREAT CHIP iii (Autistic author) Karen followed, her screen on her husband's tentative steps. "Chip," she called out softly, knocking gently. "Can we come in?" There was no immediate response, just the faint sound of sniffling. "It's ok, sweetie," she said. "Your dad and I want to talk to you." Slowly, the door cracked open, and Chip's tear-stained screen peeked out. His eyes searched theirs, looking for answers, for reassurance. Plankton's heart twisted at the sight. He had never wanted to cause his son any pain, especially not like this. He felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over him as he stepped into the room, his every move feeling clumsy and exposed. "Chip," he began, his voice strained, "It's just..." Plankton's words trailed off, his gaze flitting around the room as if searching for the right ones. The air felt thick with tension. Chip looked up at him, his eyes swollen with unshed tears. "Dad, I'm sorry," he managed to say, his voice thick with emotion. But Plankton's anger hadn't subsided entirely. "You shouldn't have touched me," he snapped, his voice sharp, his frustration still palpable. "You now know better than that!" Chip flinched at his father's tone, his own eyes brimming with tears. "But Dad, I didn't mean to," he protested. Plankton's gaze was unyielding. "You should know better!" he insisted, his voice echoing with accusation. "You're not a baby anymore!" Chip's eyes fell to the floor, his shoulders shaking with held-back sobs. "But I didn't know!" he choked out, his voice small and defensive. "Well, now you do," Plankton said firmly, his eye still avoiding Chip's. "You have to respect my space!" The room felt too small, his emotions too big. Chip's face crumpled, his voice barely audible. "I just wanted to..." But Plankton's anger was like a storm, unyielding. "I don't care what you wanted!" he shouted. "You can't just touch me like that!" The room felt like it was closing in, his heart racing faster with each word. He saw the hurt on Chip's face, but his own emotions were a tornado whipping through his thoughts. He couldn't stop, couldn't apologize. "It's your fault for not knowing!" Plankton's voice was like thunder, filling the room with accusation. Karen's eyes grew wide with shock, but she didn't dare to interrupt. Chip's sobs grew louder, his body shaking with the weight of his father's wrath. "But I didn't know, Dad," he pleaded, his voice thick with pain. Plankton's eye was like a stone, his words cutting through the air. "That's no excuse!" he bellowed. "You should've learned by now! Or are you just to busy with your silly games and neurotypical friends to care about your own father?" Chip's shoulders shook as he tried to hold back his sobs. He didn't know what to say, his mind a jumble of emotions. All he knew was that he had hurt his dad, and now his dad was hurt and mad at him. "Dad, I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice trembling. "It was an accident, I didn't know!" But Plankton's anger didn't abate. "Accident or not, you should've known better!" Plankton's voice grew louder, his words piercing the air like knives. "You're not a baby anymore, so don't act like one!" Chip felt his world crumbling. He didn't mean to upset Dad, but he didn't know what to do. He just wanted to help, to show his love, but it all went wrong. "But Dad," he tried again, his voice barely a whisper, "I didn't mean to..." "I DON'T CARE!" Plankton roared, his anger a living, breathing entity that filled the room. His words were sharp, like shards of glass in the air. Chip's sobs grew louder, his heart breaking with each accusation. He didn't understand why his dad was so mad at him. "I'm sorry," he choked, his voice barely audible. "I didn't know..." Plankton's anger didn't waver. "You never know!" he spat. "You never pay attention!" His words were like a whip, each one stinging Chip's already bruised heart. "You think the world revolves around you!" Chip's eyes were a pool of tears, his body trembling as he tried to find the right words. "But Dad, I just..." Plankton's anger grew with each of Chip's stumbling attempts. "You just what?" he snarled, his senses overwhelmed by the emotional turmoil. He felt the urge to break something, anything to release the pressure building in his chest. With a roar, he swiped his hand across Chip's desk, sending papers flying and toys clattering to the floor. "DO YOU SEE?" he yelled, his voice shaking the walls. "DO YOU SEE HOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL?" Chip cowered, his eyes locked on the chaos, his mind whirling. He hadn't meant to make his dad feel like this. He didn't understand why his curiosity was so wrong. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice tiny and lost in the maelstrom of Plankton's rage. Plankton's eye was wild, his movements erratic. He knew his anger was a storm, but he couldn't stop it. The room spun around him, his thoughts a jumbled mess. He felt a hand on his arm, Karen's voice cutting through the noise in his head. "Plankton, please," she begged. But he shrugged her off, his rage now a living, breathing monster inside of him. He picked up a toy, one of Chip's beloved creations, and threw it across the room. It shattered against the wall, the sound piercing the silence that followed. Chip's sobs grew quieter, his body trembling with fear. "This," Plankton said, his voice low and dangerous, "is what you do to me." He picked up another toy, his hand shaking with anger. "This is what your curiosity does!" Chip's eyes widened with fear as Plankton's hand arced back, ready to hurl it. But as the toy could leave his grip, his body seized up again, his legs buckling. Another absence seizure had struck. Karen's heart raced as she watched her husband's uncontrolled movements. She knew she had to intervene before things escalated. She rushed to Plankton's side, grabbing his arm to steady him. "Stop," she whispered urgently. Chip's sobs grew quieter, his eyes wide with fear. He had never seen his dad so out of control before. Plankton's seizure was taking over, his body betraying him once again. Karen's voice pierced the chaos, a beacon of calm. "Chip, let me handle this." Her son nodded, his eyes never leaving his dad's shaky form. Karen turned to Plankton's form, supporting. "Come on," she said firmly, guiding his trembling form to their own bedroom. "Let's sit down, okay?" As they do, Plankton's still caught in the throes of the seizure. Chip felt like he was watching a stranger, his dad's body twitching uncontrollably. He didn't know what to do.
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SHELF IMPROVEMENT iii (Autistic author) As the minutes ticked by, Plankton's trembling subsided. He looked up at her, his antennae still twitching slightly. "Sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "Plankton sorry Karen." This wasn't like him. Plankton had his quirks, sure, but this was something else entirely. It was as if the fall had shaken something loose in his mind, revealing a part of him she had never seen before. Her arms tightened around his slight frame, and she pressed her screen to his forehead. "Don't be sorry," she whispered. "You're scared, and that's okay." Plankton nodded, his single eye squeezing shut as if to hold in his fear. He leaned into her embrace, his body finally going limp. Karen felt his wetness on her neck, and realized he was crying. "It's okay," she whispered again, her voice the only sound in the silent room. "You're safe with me." Plankton's antennae stilled against her, and she felt his breathing grow calmer. The quiet was unusual for their home, but in this moment, it was a welcome balm. Her mind raced, trying to recall any signs she might have missed, any indication that Plankton was suffering from something deeper than the physical trauma of the fall. Was this a sudden onset of a condition? Or had it been there all along, masked by his quirks and his usual bravado? "Karen," Plankton murmured again, his eye squeezed shut. "Karen Plankton." "It's okay," she soothed. "You're okay." But the silence grew louder, and she knew it was more than just the quiet of their usual bickering. This was a new Plankton, one she wasn't sure how to reach. His repetition of her name was like a mantra, a lifeline to the world he knew. Karen held him closer, her own eyes now brimming with tears. They had been through so much together, and she had always been his anchor, the one constant in his life. But now, she felt adrift, uncertain of how to navigate these uncharted waters. Plankton's grip around her tightened, his breath hitching in sobs. His muttered repeating of her name grew louder, almost frantic. "Karen, Karen, Karen..." It was like he was stuck in a loop, his mind unable to comprehend the sudden change around him. "Shh," she soothed, stroking his back. "It's okay, we're here, together." Plankton's repetition of her name grew more frantic. "Karen, Karen, Karen," he chanted, his voice rising in pitch. "It's okay, Plankton," she said, her voice steady despite her internal turmoil. "Everything's going to be okay." But his chanting continued, growing louder and more desperate. She knew she couldn't just sit here forever, she had to do something. But what? Her mind raced, thinking of all the times Plankton had fixed her when she was broken. Now it was her turn. She had to find a way to reach him. "Plankton," she whispered, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. "Look at me." She gently lifted his chin so he was forced to meet her screen. "You're okay, we're together." His eye searched hers, desperation clear in its depths. The chanting of her name grew softer, but didn't cease. Karen's mind raced, trying to think of anything that could help him snap out of this state. "Remember the chum?" she said, her voice trembling slightly. "The time we had a picnic and the seagulls came?" Plankton's chanting paused for a moment, and his eye flickered with recognition. It was a memory from their early days, a moment of shared joy amidst their usual bickering. "Chum," he murmured, his antennae twitching slightly. "Seagulls." Karen's screen lit up with hope. It was a start, a crack in the facade of his fear. "Yes, the seagulls," she said, smiling through her tears. "Remember how we laughed when they stole our sandwiches?" Plankton's antennae twitched again, and a tiny smile graced his lips. "Seagulls," he repeated, his voice a little less shaky. Encouraged, Karen pressed on. "And remember how we chased them together?" Plankton's smile grew slightly, and his antennae moved a bit more naturally. "Chased," he agreed, his voice still wobbly but with a hint of his usual spirit. Karen felt a wave of relief wash over her. He was remembering, engaging with her. "Yes, we chased them, and we got the chum back," she said, trying to keep the conversation going. Plankton's antennae moved slightly, and he nodded, his eye focusing more clearly on her. "Chum," he murmured, his voice stronger now. "Good chum." Karen took a deep, shaky breath, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. She had to keep him grounded, keep him with her. "Yes," she said, her voice determined, "good chum." Plankton's antennae stilled, and he took a deep, ragged breath. "Karen," he said, his voice a little stronger. "Chum." Karen's eyes searched his, seeing the flicker of the man she knew. "Yes, Plankton, chum." The room remained silent, except for the sound of Plankton's deepening breaths. The word "chum" seemed to have a calming effect on his agitated state. He repeated it to himself, his antennae finally stilling. Karen watched him, relief and sadness mingling within her. This was a side of Plankton she had never seen before, a raw vulnerability that made her ache. He was like a lost child, seeking comfort in familiar words. "Chum," he murmured once more, his eye shutting. Karen nodded. "Yes, chum," she said, her voice soothing. Plankton's body relaxed in her arms, his breathing evening out. For a moment, the room remained still, save for the steady rhythm of his breath. But then, his antennae began to move again, not with fear this time, but with something else. It was almost as if his mind was racing, trying to process the world around him. Karen felt his grip on her loosen, his body shifting slightly in the couch cushions. "Plankton?" she asked, her voice tentative. He didn't respond, but his eye fluttered open, his gaze focused on a spot on the wall. "Looks like he's in a trance," Karen thought aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. "What's going on with you?" Plankton's antennae twitched rapidly, as if trying to capture invisible signals. His face was a mask of concentration, his body tense and poised like he was ready to flee. Karen felt a cold wave of understanding wash over her. This wasn't just fear or confusion, it was something deeper. She scanned his brain, and then she saw the results. "Oh, Plankton," she breathed. He had developed autism. The fall had triggered something within his brain, irreversible damage to. She felt a mix of shock and sorrow, but also a fierce determination to support him. "Autism. You're autistic now." He looked at her, his eye blinking in understanding. "Autism," he echoed. "Different." Karen nodded. "Yes, but you're still my Plankton." Plankton's expression was a jumble of emotions. Recognition, fear, confusion, and a tiny spark of hope. "Different," he repeated. "But... same?" Karen nodded, squeezing his hand. "Different, but still my Plankton." She swiped at her tears, determined to be strong for him. "We'll get through this, I promise." Plankton looked at her with a mix of relief and fear. "Karen... love." Karen felt love and pain. "I love you, Plankton," she whispered, her voice shaking. "We'll get through this together." Plankton's antennae stopped twitching for a moment, and he squeezed her hand. "Together," he repeated, his voice small but firm. Karen nodded, swiping at her tears. "We'll face this together, I promise. Now, it's late; let's get to sleep.." She cleaned up the remnants of the shelf.
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The evening in the quiet suburban street was punctuated by the rhythmic ticking of a lonely grandfather clock. In the corner of a small, meticulously organized study, Plankton sat hunched over his desk, the glow of her computer screen casting a pale blue hue across his furrowed brow. His eye, usually bright with the spark of a million ideas, was now bloodshot and weary, darting back and forth as he scanned the digital documents sprawled across his dual monitors. Karen, his devoted wife, peered through the crack in the door, her concern etched on her face. She knew the signs of his insomnia all too well: the way his fingers danced erratically on the keyboard, his occasional sighs of frustration, and the jittery way he'd bounce his leg when he was stuck on a problem. She gently pushed the door open, the faint squeak alerting him to her presence. "Plankton, it's 2 AM. Can't it wait until tomorrow?" she asked softly, her voice carrying the gentle lilt of a concerned wife. Plankton spun around in his chair, the sudden movement sending a wave of dizziness crashing over him. He rubbed his eye, trying to erase the fog of exhaustion. "Karen, I'm so close. This new invention could change everything. Just one more hour, I promise," he replied, his voice hopeful yet strained. She knew that tone, the one that meant he'd be up until dawn. Karen stepped into the room, her form a stark contrast to the stark office decor. She approached him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You've been at it for days," she said, her voice filled with a mix of concern and understanding. "Maybe a break is what you need." He sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. "I know you're right," Plankton admitted, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "But if I stop now, I might lose the thread of thought." "You're always so driven," Karen said, with a warm affection that had only grown stronger over the years. "But even 'bad guys' need to rest." With a weary smile, Plankton nodded, his gaze lingering on the screens before he reluctantly shut them down. The room plunged into darkness, save for the moon's soft glow filtering through the blinds. Karen guided him to the bedroom, her hand a gentle reassurance in the night. She knew the wheels in his mind were still turning, trying to piece together the elusive solution to his latest project. Once in bed, Plankton lay on his back, his mind racing with possibilities and calculations. Karen, ever the nurturer, suggested a warm cup of tea to help him unwind. She disappeared into the kitchen. While she was gone, Plankton's eye remained open, staring at the ceiling. He felt the weight of his eyelid but sleep remained a distant shore, unreachable despite the gentle tug of fatigue. Karen returned with a steaming cup of chamomile, the aroma wafting through the air like a whispered promise of slumber. She placed it on the nightstand and climbed into bed, curling up beside him. "Here, sip this," she urged, her voice soothing as a lullaby. "It'll help you relax." Plankton took a tentative sip, the warm liquid coating his throat with a comforting warmth. He closed his eye, willing his brain to slow down, but the ideas continued to swirl like a tornado in a teacup. He could feel the heat radiating from Karen's screen, a gentle reminder of the connection that waited for him outside his labyrinth of thoughts. Karen's hand found his, her thumb tracing small, soothing circles against his palm. "Breathe with me," she whispered. "In, out." Plankton followed her lead, their breaths synchronizing in the quiet of the night. The tension in his body began to uncoil, the storm in his mind gradually abating. As they lay there, Karen studied his profile, the shadows playing across his face. She knew the look of determination that etched his features so well. "What's keeping you up?" she asked, her voice barely a murmur. Plankton sighed, his grip on her hand tightening briefly. "It's the Krabby Patty formula," he confessed. "I can't crack it." His frustration was palpable, a silent scream in the serene night. "You're still working on that?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of amazement and concern. The Krabby Patty, a secret recipe guarded by Mr. Krabs that could make or break their business. "I have to," Plankton said, his voice low and serious. Karen nodded, racing for a solution. "Why don't you tell me about it?" she suggested. "Sometimes talking it out can help." Plankton took a deep breath and began to recount his thoughts, his voice a low murmur in the darkness. He spoke of the countless ingredients he'd tried and the endless experiments he'd conducted, all in pursuit of the perfect Krabby Patty. Karen listened intently, her screen never leaving his face, her grip on his hand never wavering. As he talked, the tension in his voice began to ease, the words coming out slower, softer. The warmth of the tea and the gentle pressure of Karen's thumb on his hand lulled him into a state of semi- consciousness. The room grew warmer, the shadows on the ceiling morphing into shapes that danced to the rhythm of his words. Karen noticed the change in his breathing, the softening of his grip, her voice a soft hum in the night. "I think I'm getting there," Plankton mumbled, his words beginning to slur. She took his almost-empty cup and set it aside, then moved closer, her arm wrapping around him. Her touch was a comforting blanket, a familiar anchor in the sea of his thoughts. "Just focus on my voice," Karen whispered, her tone a gentle wave. "Imagine we're on a beach, the waves lapping." Plankton nodded slightly, his breathing deepening as he pictured the scene she described. "The sand is warm, and the stars are out, twinkling like the little bits of genius in your mind." He took another deep breath, the salty scent of the sea mingling with the chamomile in his nose. His body began to relax, the tightness in his shoulders dissipating like the fog of an early morning. Karen continued her soothing monologue, painting a vivid picture of a serene beach under a starlit sky, their favorite place to escape the stresses of their lives. Her voice grew quieter, a gentle lullaby of words that whispered through the dark. Plankton's eyelid grew heavier, his thoughts drifting further and further away from the Krabby Patty formula. Karen watched him closely, her gaze never leaving his face. His breathing grew steadier, the lines of tension smoothing out as he sank deeper into the realm of sleep. Karen waited for any sign that Plankton was still awake. She reached out and gently poked his arm. No response. She pulled the blanket up, tucking him in gently, her hand lingering there for a moment longer, feeling the warmth of him beneath the fabric. She reached over to gently stroke his cheek. His skin was warm, and she felt the soft rumble of a snore vibrate against her fingertips. He was out. "Plankton," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She waited for a response, for the flicker of his eye or the twitch of his antennae that would indicate he was still with her. Nothing. She knew the moment he finally let go, when his hand relaxed in hers and his grip went slack. Leaning closer, she held her hand hovering over his chest to feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing. It was steady, deep. Satisfied, she allowed herself a small smile. Plankton was finally asleep. The steady rhythm of his breathing grew deeper, the soft snores that occasionally pierced the silence growing more frequent, brow smoothed out, relaxed. She searched his face for any flicker of consciousness, any sign that he was aware of her touch. But there was none. His features were relaxed, his mouth slightly open as he took in deep, even breaths. "You did it," she whispered to. She knew that his mind had finally found the peace it had been seeking. The room was still, save for the faint sound of the occasional snore from Plankton. His snores grew deeper, the rhythm of his breathing more regular, more rhythmic, and she knew he was in a deep sleep. With a soft smile, she whispered, "Goodnight, Plankton," and gently stroked his antennae. Her hand lingered for a moment before she carefully extracted herself from the tangle of their limbs. The bedside lamp cast a warm glow across the room, but she knew better than to disturb him with its light. She gently disentangled her hand from his and slid out of bed. She squeezed his hand gently, a silent 'goodnight' and a promise of support for when he'd wake to tackle the problem anew. His features were slack, his mouth slightly open, emitting the faintest snore.
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แต€สฐแต‰ แดฌแถœแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต— โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข สฐโฑแต— แต‡สธ แตƒ สทแตƒแต›แต‰ แตโฟแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แตแต‰แต— แต—สณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜สณสณแต‰โฟแต— หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขโฑโฟแต แดธแตƒสณสณสธ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขสฐแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แถœแต’โฟแถœแต‰สณโฟ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’แถ  แตƒหกหก แต–แต‰แต’แต–หกแต‰โ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–แต’โฑโฟแต— แต’แต˜แต— แดธแตƒสณสณสธ แตˆโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณ หขแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต หกแต’หขแต— แตƒแต— หขแต‰แตƒโ€ง แดดแต’สทแต‰แต›แต‰สณโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒโฟสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰ แตƒหกหก แดต แถœแตƒโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดธแตƒสณสณสธ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แถœแตƒหกหก แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต หขสฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แตโฟแต’สทหกแต‰แตˆแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต–แต’หขหขโฑแต‡หกสธ สฐแต‰หกแต–โ€ง แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แถ แต’สณ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณโฟแตƒหก แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหข หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒแต—แต—แต‰แตแต–แต—แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต˜หขแถœโฑแต—แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง "แดดโฑหข หกแต‰แต หขหกแตƒแตแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แตƒ สณแต’แถœแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณแถœแต‰ แถœสณแตƒแถœแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดณแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰หขโธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ หกแต‰แต— แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต— แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต สฒแต˜หขแต— โฑโฟ แถœแตƒหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต หขโฑแตโฟหข แต’แถ  สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณสธโ€ง แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แต‡แต’แตแต‡แตƒสณแตˆแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต–แตƒโฑโฟ แต’แต›แต‰สณสทสฐแต‰หกแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดดโฑโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต‰แตƒหขสธโธด แต–แตƒหก!" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑหข แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข แถ สณแต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰โ€ง "แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ หกแต‰แต—'หข แตโฑแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง แดฟแต‰แตƒแตˆสธ แต—แต’ แตแต’ สฐแต’แตแต‰?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "สธแตƒ หกแต˜แถœแตสธ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒหกโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สธแตƒ แตˆโฑแตˆ แถ สณแตƒแถœแต—แต˜สณแต‰ หกแต‰แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง แต‚แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต‡สธแต‰ แต—แต’ แดธแตƒสณสณสธโธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตƒหกหก สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ สณแต‰หขแต–แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต›แต‰ สฐแต’แตแต‰หข สณแต‰หขแต–แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต›แต‰หกสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แต— แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดตหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟสธ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ?" แดฌหขแตแต‰แตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต— สทแต‰สณแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง "แ”†แต’แต˜โฟแตˆหข หกโฑแตแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต˜หขแต—'แต›แต‰ แตˆแต’แถปแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ แถ โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แต‡หขแต‰สณแต›แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต— หขแต—แต‰สณแต—แต’สณหขโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตƒสณแต แตƒสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต—โธด หกแต‰แต แต‰หกแต‰แต›แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แต‡สณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แตƒ แตโฑแถ แต— แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แดทสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แดพแตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง "แดตแต—'หข แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰โฟสฒแต’สธโธด หขแตƒแต›แต‰ โฑแต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต สทโฑแต—สฐ โฑแต—? แดฎแต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข สธแต’แต˜สณ สณโฑแต›แตƒหกโธด แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโธด แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฑโฟแตˆ โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰หข แต’แต˜แต— แตแต‰ แถ แต’สณแตแต˜หกแตƒแต‰; แดต แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ'แต›แต‰ หกแต’หขแต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰หขแต‰สณแต›แต‰หข แตƒ แต—สณแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง" "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ สทแต’แตแต‰โฟ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดดแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐแต’แต– แต˜แต– แต’โฟหกสธ แต—แต’ แถ แตƒหกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข หขแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง "แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หก แต‡แต˜แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแต˜แต— โฑแต— โฑโฟ สฐแตƒหกแถ  หขแต’ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต‰แตƒแต— แต’โฟแต‰ สฐแตƒหกแถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตƒหกสธหขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตƒหกสธหขโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแต’โฟหขแต˜แตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–โฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– สฐโฑหข แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต‰โฟแตˆโ€ง "แดดแต‰สธโธด แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดดแต’สท สธแตƒ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต?" "แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แต›โฑหขโฑแต—แต‰แตˆ แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต’แถ แถ แต‰สณ แตƒ แต—สณแต˜แถœแต‰ โฑโฟแตˆแต‰แถ โฑโฟโฑแต—แต‰หกสธโ€ง แต‚สฐโฑหกหขแต— สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต‰แตƒหก แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แต‚แต‰หกหก แดต แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆโฟ'แต— สณแต˜โฟ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดต แถœแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต— สทแตƒหกแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต–หกแตƒสธ โฑแต— แถ แตƒโฑสณโธด แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แตƒโฟ โฑแต—?" "แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰! แ”†แต’โธด แตƒสณแต‰ สทแต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" "แดต'แต แตหกแตƒแตˆ แต—แต’ แตโฟแต’สท แต’แต˜สณ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแตหข แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต˜แต—แต˜แตƒหกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡สธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต›โฑหขโฑแต— สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟสธ แต—โฑแตแต‰โธด แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— โฟแต’แต— แตˆแต˜สณโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข สฐแต’แต˜สณหข แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหก โฑแถ  แดต แต–สณแต’แต–แต‰สณหกสธ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โธด หขแต’ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหก แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ หขโฑแตสฐ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แต–แต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’แต—โธด สทสฐแต’ หขแต—โฑหกหก หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตโ€ง
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แต€สฐแต‰ แดฌแถœแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต— โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข สฐโฑแต— แต‡สธ แตƒ สทแตƒแต›แต‰ แตโฟแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แตแต‰แต— แต—สณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜สณสณแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–แต’โฑโฟแต— แต’แต˜แต— แดธแตƒสณสณสธ แตˆโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟโ€ง แดดแต’สทแต‰แต›แต‰สณโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒโฟสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰ แตƒหกหก แดต แถœแตƒโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดธแตƒสณสณสธ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แถœแตƒหกหก แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แถ แต’สณ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณโฟแตƒหก แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหข หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒแต—แต—แต‰แตแต–แต—แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต˜หขแถœโฑแต—แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง "แดดโฑหข หกแต‰แต หขหกแตƒแตแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แตƒ สณแต’แถœแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณแถœแต‰ แถœสณแตƒแถœแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดณแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰หขโธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ หกแต‰แต— แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต— แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต หขโฑแตโฟหข แต’แถ  สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณสธโ€ง แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แต‡แต’แตแต‡แตƒสณแตˆแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต–แตƒโฑโฟ แต’แต›แต‰สณสทสฐแต‰หกแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑหข แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข แถ สณแต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰โ€ง "แดฟแต‰แตƒแตˆสธ แต—แต’ แตแต’ สฐแต’แตแต‰?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "สธแตƒ หกแต˜แถœแตสธ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒหกโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สธแตƒ แตˆโฑแตˆ แถ สณแตƒแถœแต—แต˜สณแต‰ หกแต‰แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแตƒแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ หขโฑแต— แต‡สธ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒแต— แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหก โฑแถ  แดต แต–สณแต’แต–แต‰สณหกสธ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โธด หขแต’ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตโฑหกแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰แตƒแตหกสธ แต‡แต˜แต— แตแต‰โฟแต˜โฑโฟแต‰โ€ง "แดดแต’สท แตƒสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜โธด แต–แตƒโฑโฟ สทโฑหขแต‰?" "แดนสธ หกแต‰แต หขแต—โฑหกหก สฐแต˜สณแต—หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ แตแตƒหขหขแตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต—; แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰ แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หก สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แถœหกแตƒสทหข แต—สฐแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด โฑหข แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒ แถœแตƒแต—แถœสฐ หกโฑแตแต‰ แตƒ 'สธแต’แต˜ แต’สทแต‰ แตแต‰' หขแต’สณแต—แตƒ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต˜หขแต‰ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แตแต‰?" "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ หขแต‰แต‰ สทสฐสธ สธแต‰ แตƒหขแตโธด แตโฑแต›แต‰โฟ แต’แต˜สณ แถœแตƒแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต˜หขแต‰ สณแต‰หกแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟหขสฐโฑแต–โธด แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต— แตƒโฑโฟ'แต— หขแต’ แถ แตƒโฑสณ แถ แต˜โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแตแต‰หข สทสฐแต‰โฟ สธแต‰ สณโฑแต›แตƒหก'หข โฟแต’แต— แตƒแต— แต‡แต‰หขแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตแต˜แต‰หขหข โฑแต— แตแตƒแตแต‰หข หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แต–หกโฑแต‰แตˆ แตˆสณแต’สทหขโฑหกสธโ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ แตโฟแต’สท แต’โฟแถœแต‰ สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰ แตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต’แต–โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต โฑโฟ แต’โฟ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต— สทแตƒแตแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต—แตƒโฑหก แตƒหข แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ สณแต˜แต‡แต‡โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต˜สณแต— หกแต‰แต แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สทสฐแต’'หข แถ แตƒหขแต— แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทสฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆโธด หกแต‰แตƒโฟโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แตƒแต— สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แตƒแต—โ€ง "สธแต‰หข?" "แดต สทแตƒโฟแต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ โฑโฟ แต‡แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แดต หขแต–แต‰แตƒแต สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰โฟแต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตˆสฒแตƒแถœแต‰โฟแต— สณแต’แต’แต แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—หกสธโ€ง "แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ โฑโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ โฑหกแต‰หข แถ แต’สณ สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทสฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทสฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แถœสณแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง "แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†สฐแต˜หขสฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณโธด สฐแต‰ แตแต‰หขแต—แต˜สณแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ แต—แต’ หขแต–แต‰แตƒแต หขแต’แถ แต—หกสธ หขแต’ แตƒหข แต—แต’ โฟแต’แต— หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกแต‰ แต’สณ แตƒแตโฑแต—แตƒแต—แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดตแต—'หข สทสฐแตƒแต— แดต สทแตƒโฟแต—โธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง"
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แต€สฐแต‰ แดฌแถœแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต— โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต‰แต— แต—สณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜สณสณแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–แต’โฑโฟแต— แต’แต˜แต— แดธแตƒสณสณสธ แตˆโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณ หขแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ สณแต’แต แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต หกแต’หขแต— แตƒแต— หขแต‰แตƒโ€ง แดดแต’สทแต‰แต›แต‰สณโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข สณแต‰โฟแตˆแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตโฟแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แถœแต’หกแตˆโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰ แตƒหกหก แดต แถœแตƒโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดธแตƒสณสณสธ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แถœแตƒหกหก แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต หขสฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แตโฟแต’สทหกแต‰แตˆแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต–แต’หขหขโฑแต‡หกสธ สฐแต‰หกแต–โ€ง แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แถ แต’สณ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณโฟแตƒหก แตˆแตƒแตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหข หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒแต—แต—แต‰แตแต–แต—แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต˜หขแถœโฑแต—แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง "แดดโฑหข หกแต‰แต หขหกแตƒแตแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แตƒ สณแต’แถœแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณแถœแต‰ แต—แต’, สทแต‰หกหกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดณแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰หขโธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต หขโฑแตโฟหข แต’แถ  สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณสธโ€ง แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แต‡แต’แตแต‡แตƒสณแตˆแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต–แตƒโฑโฟ แต’แต›แต‰สณสทสฐแต‰หกแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดดโฑโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต‰แตƒหขสธโธด แต–แตƒหก!" แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑหข แต—แต‰แตƒสณหข แถ สณแต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰โ€ง "แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ หกแต‰แต—'หข แตโฑแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง แดฟแต‰แตƒแตˆสธ แต—แต’ แตแต’ สฐแต’แตแต‰?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "สธแตƒ หกแต˜แถœแตสธ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒหกโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สธแตƒ แตˆโฑแตˆ แถ สณแตƒแถœแต—แต˜สณแต‰ หกแต‰แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง แต‚แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต‡สธแต‰ แต—แต’ แดธแตƒสณสณสธโธด แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตƒหกหก สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ สฐแต’แตแต‰หขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แต— แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดตหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟสธ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ?" แดฌหขแตแต‰แตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต— สทแต‰สณแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰สณแต‰ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง "แ”†แต’แต˜โฟแตˆหข หกโฑแตแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต˜หขแต—'แต›แต‰ แตˆแต’แถปแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แต‡หขแต‰สณแต›แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต หขแต—แต‰สณแต—แต’สณ แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—หกสธโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตƒสณแต แตƒสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’แต—โธด หกแต‰แต แต‰หกแต‰แต›แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ แต‡สณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แตƒ แตโฑแถ แต— แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แดทสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แดพแตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง "แดตแต—'หข แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰โฟสฒแต’สธโธด หขแตƒแต›แต‰ โฑแต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต สทโฑแต—สฐ โฑแต—? แดฎแต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข สธแต’แต˜สณ สณโฑแต›แตƒหกโธด แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโธด แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฑโฟแตˆ โฑแถ  สฐแต‰ แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰หข แต’แต˜แต— แตแต‰ แถ แต’สณแตแต˜หกแตƒแต‰; แดต แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ'แต›แต‰ หกแต’หขแต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง" "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขโฟแต’แต’แถปโฑโฟแต แตƒสทแตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ สทแต’แตแต‰โฟ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดดแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐแต’แต– แต˜แต– แต’โฟหกสธ แต—แต’ แถœแต’หกหกแตƒแต–หขแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต สทแต‰แตƒแตหกสธ โฑโฟแต—แต’ สฐโฑหข หขแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง "แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หก สฐแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" โ€œแดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต‰แตƒแต— แต’โฟแต‰ สฐแตƒหกแถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตƒหกสธหขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตƒหกสธหขโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแต’โฟหขแต˜แตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–โฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– สฐโฑหข แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง "แดดแต‰สธโธด แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดดแต’สท สธแตƒ แถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต?" "แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แต›โฑหขโฑแต—แต‰แตˆ แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต’แถ แถ แต‰สณ แตƒ แต—สณแต˜แถœแต‰ โฑโฟแตˆแต‰แถ โฑโฟโฑแต—แต‰หกสธโ€ง แต‚สฐโฑหกหขแต— สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต‰แตƒหก แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต—โ€ง แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต–หกแตƒสธ โฑแต— แถ แตƒโฑสณโธด แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แตƒโฟ โฑแต—?" "แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰! แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡สธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต›โฑหขโฑแต— สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหก โฑแถ  แดต แต–สณแต’แต–แต‰สณหกสธ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โธด หขแต’ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ หขโฑแตสฐ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหก แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แต–แต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’แต—โธด สทสฐแต’ หขแต—โฑหกหก หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแต‚แตƒโฟแต— แต—แต‰หกแต‰แต›โฑหขโฑแต’โฟ?โ€ โ€œแดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ หขแต‰แต‰ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰โ€ฆโ€ โ€œสธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’ แต›โฑหขโฑแต—? สธแต’แต˜ แตแต˜หขแต— แต‡แต‰ แต—แต’ แตˆแตƒแถปแต‰แตˆ โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แถœแต’แตแต‰ สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต›โฑหขโฑแต— แตแต’สณแต‰ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ โฑโฟ แต’โฟแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธโ€ฆโ€ แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒแต— สฐโฑแต แถ สณแต’แต สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก สทแตƒหข แต‰แตƒสณหกโฑแต‰สณโ€ง โ€œแดต แถœแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต— หขแตƒสธ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แต˜แต—แต˜สณแต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— แถ แต’สณ โฟแต’สท โฑโฟ แตสธ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต‰ แดต สทแตƒโฟแต— แต˜หข แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต— แตƒหขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’แต˜สณ แตˆโฑแถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰โฟแถœแต‰หข แตƒหขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€งโ€ โ€œแ”†แต˜สณแต‰, แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€ฆโ€
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THE TOOTH OF A CHILD iii He took another sip of water, his cheeks puffing out as he swished it around his mouth. "Mmph, tath's betta," he said, handing the cup back to the nurse. Karen couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. "Okay, let's get you up," she said, her voice still filled with laughter. Plankton nodded, his antennae bobbing. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his movements slow and clumsy. Karen slipped her arm under his and helped him stand. His balance was wobbly, like a newborn foal taking its first steps. She had to stifle her giggles as he tried to navigate the unseen world with his numbed mouth. "Mmph... Kahen," he began, his voice a series of muffled sounds. "How long wiโ€™ this lafs?" Karen chuckled at his question. "It'll wear off in a few hours. But until then, you're going to have to be careful." Plankton's antennae wiggled with determination. "Mmph, I'm a bih boy," he slurred. Karen couldn't help but laugh at his bravado. "Yes, you are," she said, her voice warm and supportive. "Let's get you to the car." With Plankton leaning heavily on her, they shuffled down the hallway." "Mmph... Kahen," Plankton slurred, his words still thick with the remnants of the anesthesia. "You know, I've alwaths wanthed to know... how youw wove me wath." Karen raised an eyebrow, her smile growing. "What do you mean, Plankton?" she asked, her curiosity piqued by his sudden sentimental turn. "Mmph, wike, how... how youw... feww in wove?" he managed, his tongue thick and clumsy. Karen's smile grew tender at his earnest question. "Well, it's complicated," she began, her voice soft. "But I guess it started when we met. Now, let's get in the car." Plankton nodded, his antennae waving with understanding. "Mmph, okay." Karen helped him shuffle his way out of the hospital, his feet dragging slightly. He was still groggy from the anesthesia, but his curiosity was in overdrive. "Mmph, Kahen," Plankton slurred, his voice barely above a whisper. "Wha's wove wike?" Karen glanced down at him, his expression earnest. "It's like when two people really, really like each other," she replied, her voice gentle. "Wike... I wove youw tho mush." He says. Karen couldn't help but laugh again. "Plankton, you're not making any sense," she said, her voice filled with affectionate exasperation. His antennae drooped slightly, his eye looking disappointed. "Mmph... I'm tawwy," he mumbled, his mouth still a mess of numbness. "It's just... I wove youw Kahen." Karen's heart skipped a beat, his words a sweet jumble of slurs. "I know, Plankton," she said, her voice thick with emotion. They reached the car, and Karen gently guided him into the passenger seat. "Mmph, Kahen, wath's that?" Plankton asked pointing to the dashboard. Karen chuckled. "It's the car's dashboard, Plankton. You're just seeing things differently because of the medicine." She buckled his seatbelt, his movements exaggerated. "Mmph, oh," he murmured, his interest shifting to the windshield wipers. "Mow, theath things, they'we like... like... arms," he said, his speech still a slurry mess. Karen laughed, shaking her head. "They're wipers, Plankton. For the rain," she corrected, starting the engine. He nodded, his antennae still waving with fascination. "Mmph, wath's theath wound?" he asked, pointing at the steering wheel. Karen couldn't help but laugh. "That's the steering wheel, buddy. It's what I use to drive the car," she said, her voice still filled with humor. Plankton stared at it for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "Mmph, and theath wound?" he asked, his finger tracing the path of the windshield wipers. Karen couldn't help but laugh. "It's to keep the windshield clear, so we can see while driving." Plankton nodded, his antennae twitching with curiosity. "Mmph, so many tings in this big wowld." Karen couldn't help but laugh, his innocent wonder bringing a smile to her face. "Yes, Plankton, there are so many things to discover," she said, backing out of the parking spot. "Mmph, and wath's wath?" Plankton asked, pointing out the window at a passing scallop. "That's a scallop, Plankton. It flies in the sky," she explained, her voice still filled with amusement. He nodded, his antennae bobbing as he took it all in. "Wow, so-o beautiful," he slurred, his eye gazing out the window like a child seeing the world for the first time. Karen couldn't help but be captivated by his innocent wonder. "You know, Plankton, sometimes you say the sweetest things without even realizing it." His antennae perked up. "Mmph, do I?" he asked, his speech still a garbled mess. Karen nodded, her smile tender. "You do." "Mmph, gweat," he says with a slow nod of his head. Karen steers the car onto the road, the sun casting a warm glow over Plankton's sleepy face. His antennae wilt slightly as his eye struggles to stay open. "Mmph, Kahen, theath sun is so bright," he complains, his voice still slurred from the anesthesia. Karen chuckles, reaching over to adjust the visor. "Better?" He nods, his antennae drooping. "Mmph, yeth. Thanf you." He said, as drool began to form again in the corner of his mouth. Karen reached over with a tissue, carefully dabbing it away. Plankton flinched slightly, his mouth still too numb to feel the touch. "Mmph, I wathn't expehcting this," he mumbles, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery. The world outside the car was a blur of colors and shapes, his mind still trying to make sense of it all. Karen navigated the road, her eyes flipping between the road and Plankton's amusing expressions. "Mmph, Kahen, wath's thaf?" he asks, his eye half-closed. Karen looks over at the traffic light, its red light a stark contrast to the bright sun. "It's a stoplight, Plankton. It tells me when to stop and go." Plankton nods, his antennae barely moving. "Mmph, wike a twail." His eye closes, and Karen can feel his weight shift slightly toward her as sleep begins to claim him again. "Mmph, Kahen?" Plankton's voice interrupts the quiet hum of the engine, his words a soft whisper. "Ith wike I'm swimmin' in molasses," he says, his mouth still not cooperating. Karen laughs, keeping one eye on the road and the other on his peaceful face. "You're just tired from the surgery," she assures him. "You'll be fine once you get some rest." Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye opening slightly. "But, Kahen, I don't wan' to sleep," he slurred. "I wan' to expehrience this wowld with you." His words were earnest, his gaze firm despite his grogginess. She watched him fight the tide of sleep, his eyelid drooping again. "Mmph, wath's theath wowndow?" he asked, pointing at the car's side mirror. Karen couldn't help but chuckle at his confusion. "It's a mirror, sweetheart," she said, her voice soothing. "So we can see what's behind us." Plankton nodded, his antennae barely moving. "Mmph, wike a... wike a... wookie," he mumbled, his speech still a garbled mess. Karen laughed, shaking her head. "It's okay, Plankton. You're just tired." His eyes grew heavier, his lid drooping. "Mmph, I am," he admitted, his voice a faint whisper. The car's gentle rocking and the hum of the engine began to lull him into a doze. Karen watched him, his snores growing louder as he succumbed to sleep. His hand still held hers, the connection warm and comforting. She felt his grip loosen slightly, his body relaxing into the seat. His breathing grew deep and even, his antennae quietly bobbing with each exhalation. Karen couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for this vulnerable side of Plankton she'd never seen before. The car ride home was quiet, punctuated only by Plankton's gentle snores and the rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers. Karen smiled to herself, her grip on his hand never loosening.
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แต€แต’โฟหขโฑหกหกแต‰แถœแต—แต’แตสธ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต’ แต’แต˜แต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’หกแตˆโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต’สท สธแต‰หกหกโฑโฟแต แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฑสณสณโฑแต—แตƒแต—แต‰ สฐโฑหข แต—สฐสณแต’แตƒแต—โ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แตƒหกแตƒหข หขสฐแต‰โ€™หข โฟแต’สท สทแตƒโฑแต—โฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต– แถ สณแต’แต หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ หกแต‰แตƒแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ โฑโฟโ€ง โ€œแดดแต‰โ€™หข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ หขแต’สณแต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแถœแต‰ แถœสณแต‰แตƒแต แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰หกแต–, แตƒหข สทแต‰หกหก แตƒหข แต‡แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต— แต—แต’โ€ง สธแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แตƒหก สทแต‰โฟแต— สทแต‰หกหกโ€งโ€ แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แตƒหกหขแต’ แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟแต‰แตˆ โ€˜แต‡โฑแต—แต‰ แต‡หกแต’แถœแตหขโ€™ แตƒโฟแตˆ โ€˜หขแถœแตƒหกแต–แต‰หกหขโ€™ แตƒโฟแตˆ โ€˜หขแต˜แต—แต˜สณแต‰หขโ€™ แตƒโฟแตˆ โ€˜แต‰หฃแต–แต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณโฟแตƒหก แต‡สณแต˜โฑหขโฑโฟแตโ€™ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡สธ สฐโฑหข หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง โ€œแดดโฑ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หข! สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰?โ€ แ”†สฐแต‰ หขแตแต’แต’แต—สฐแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แตƒโฟแต—แต‰โฟโฟแตƒแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’สทโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต–สณแต’แต›โฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แตˆสณโฑโฟแตโ€ง โ€œแต€สฐโฑสณหขแต—สธ?โ€ แ”†สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแต–หข สฐโฑแต หกแต‰แตƒโฟ แต—แต’ หขโฑแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ หขโฑแต–โ€ง โ€œแ”†แต’ สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  โฑแต— แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ แตˆแต˜แต‰ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตˆโ€ฆโ€ โ€œสธแต‰หข แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต’แถ แต— แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต‰แตƒหกหข แต—แต’?โ€ โ€œแถœแต’สณสณแต‰แถœแต— แตแตƒโ€™แตƒแตโ€งโ€ แต€สฐแต‰สธ หกแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’ แต’แต˜แต— โฟแต’สทโ€ง แดดแต‰โ€™หข แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’แต’แต สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰แตˆ สณแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—แต˜แถœแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแต แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰ โฑโฟโ€ง โ€˜แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ โฟแตƒแต–หข แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต‰แต— สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สทแต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธโ€™ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตหข แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง แดฑแตƒสณหกสธ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแตแต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โ€ง โ€˜แต‚สฐสธ โฑหข แตสธ แต—สฐสณแต’แตƒแต— สฐแต˜สณแต—? แต€สฐแต‰สธ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แต—แต’ แถ โฑหฃโ€ฆ แดต แตƒแต โฑโฟ แตสธ สณแต’แต’แต, โฟแต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต’หขแต–โฑแต—แตƒหกโ€งโ€™ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต‰แต‰หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง โ€œแดตแต—โ€™หข โฟแต’สท สทแต’สณหขแต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ; หกแต‰แต—โ€™หข สฒแต˜หขแต— แตแต‰แต— โฑแต— แต’แต›แต‰สณ สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต’ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต—โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สธแต’แต˜, สทแต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง แต‚แต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‰แตƒสณหกโฑแต‰สณ แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แต‡สณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฟแต’สทโ€ง สธแต’แต˜โ€™แต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต‰หกหกหข สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแตแต– แถ แต’สณ โฑแถœแต‰ แถœสณแต‰แตƒแต สธแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?โ€ โ€œสธแต‰หข!โ€ แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขโฟแตƒแถœแต, สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—โฑสณแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดณแต‰แต— สณแต‰หขแต—, แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜โ€™สณแต‰ สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหกหขแต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–สธ แตแต‰แตˆโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต แตโฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ โ€œแต€สณสธ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต‡แต˜แต— แดตโ€™หกหก หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต‰โ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ สฐโฑแต แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰โ€™หข แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–, แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แต–แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ หขแต’แตแต‰, แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แตˆสณโฑแต‡แต‡หกโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง โ€œแดณแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หขโ€งโ€งโ€ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—
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GREAT CHIP vii (Autistic author) Karen's eyes searched their faces, picking up on the unspoken tension. "I see you two had a talk," she said gently, her gaze lingering on Plankton. "How are you feeling?" Plankton's antennae drooped slightly. "Tired," he admitted. "But better." Karen stepped closer to the bed, her hand reaching out to cover his own. "I'm here," she said softly. "Do you remember what happened in Chip's room before coming in here?" Plankton's antennae twitched nervously. "Bits and pieces," he admitted, his eye avoiding hers. "I know I had a...moment. And I... I was mad." Karen's hand squeezed his gently. "It's okay, sweetie," she said, her voice soothing. "You don't have to be ashamed. It's just your brain's way of coping." Plankton's eye searched hers, his antennae still. "But the things I said..." his voice trailing off. Karen's expression remained calm, understanding. "They were the seizure's words, not yours," she assured him. "We're just glad you're okay." Chip's gaze flitted between his parents, his heart aching for his dad. He knew he needed to be strong, to support his father through this. "Can we talk more about it tomorrow?" he suggested, his voice filled with hope. Plankton's antennae nodded wearily. "We can," he said, his voice a mix of relief and exhaustion. "But for now, I need to rest. It's bedtime, so.." Chip felt a twinge of sadness at the thought of his dad's struggle, but he also felt a spark of hope. Maybe tomorrow would bring a new understanding, a way to bridge the gap between them. The next morning, the sun streamed through the blinds of their small, cluttered bedroom, casting patterns on the floor. Chip stirred, his mind filled with the memories of the previous night's conversation. He checked on Plankton, who was still asleep, his antennae twitching slightly. He knew today would be a new day, a chance to start anew with his father. Carefully, Chip padded out to the kitchen, his thoughts racing with the promise of understanding. He found Karen at the counter, sipping her morning coffee, her eyes red-rimmed from the night's worry. "Mom," he began, his voice still thick with sleep. "Can we talk?" Karen turned, her eyes filled with the same exhaustion he saw in Plankton's. "Of course, honey," she said, placing her mug down gently. Chip took a deep breath, his words spilling out like water from a broken dam. "I want to understand Dad's condition," he said, his voice determined. "I don't want to make it worse for him." Karen's eyes searched his, seeing the sincerity in his gaze. "That's a big step, Chip," she said, her voice filled with pride. "But it's not going to be easy. It'll take patience and practice." Chip nodded, his expression resolute. "I'm ready," he said. "I just don't want Dad to be alone in this." Karen's face softened, her hand resting on his shoulder. "You're such a good son," she said, her voice warm with affection. "But remember, he might not always know how to ask for help. Sometimes, you'll have to read between the lines." Chip nodded, his mind racing with questions and concerns. "But what if I mess up?" he asked, his voice trembling. Karen's hand gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You might," she said, her voice filled with experience. "But that's okay. Just keep trying, and we'll figure it out together." Her words echoed in Chip's head as he sat down at the kitchen table, his eyes never leaving his mother's. "But how do I know what to do?" Karen took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a quiet strength. "You'll learn," she said, her voice calm and reassuring. "It's about patience and observation. And most importantly, communication." Chip nodded, feeling the weight of her words. "Okay," he said. "I'll do my best." Karen's hand squeezed his shoulder gently. "You already are," she said, her smile warm. Chip felt a surge of determination. He was going to be there for his dad, no matter what it took. "What can I do now?" he asked, eager to start. Karen's eyes searched his, a hint of sadness in them. "Now, we wait," she said. "Let him sleep. When he wakes, be there, but don't overwhelm him." Chip nodded, his mind racing with questions and fears, feeling a mix of emotions: fear, love, and a newfound determination to be the best son he could be. As he waited for Plankton to wake up, he tried to remember the cues his dad had mentioned: twitching antennae, a sudden quietness, a look of overwhelm. He promised himself to be more aware, more attuned to his father's needs.
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SHELF IMPROVEMENT iv (Autistic author) The next morning, Karen awoke with the sun, her mind still heavy with the weight of the previous night's discovery. Plankton slept peacefully beside her, his breathing even and deep. For a moment, she allowed herself to hope that was just a bad dream, a fleeting nightmare that would disappear. But when she looked over at him, she knew it was all too real. Her eyes took in the familiar lines of his face, the way his antennae twitched even in sleep. They had faced challenges before, and they would face this one too. Gently, she slipped from the bed, not wanting to wake him. She knew he needed his rest. In the kitchen, she started to make his breakfast smoothie. She had read about autism, knew it could manifest in different ways, but she had never thought it would touch their lives so suddenly, so profoundly. The blender whirred to life, slicing through the fruit and yogurt. The smell of strawberries and bananas filled the room, a stark contrast to the heaviness of her thoughts. As she poured the smoothie into a glass, her mind raced with questions. How would this change their relationship? What did this mean for Plankton's life? What could she do to help him? The sudden sound of footsteps on the floor snapped her out of her thoughts. Plankton. She turned around to see him standing in the doorway, his expression tentative. His eye searched hers, and she forced a smile, hoping to reassure him. "Breakfast," she said, holding out the smoothie. "Your favorite." Plankton's antennae twitched, and he took a step forward, his eye locking onto the glass. "Smoothie," he murmured. Karen clenched at his response, so unlike his usual greeting. "Yes, a strawberry-banana smoothie." Her voice was filled with hope, trying to keep their morning routine as normal as possible. He took the glass from her, his grip careful, his movements precise. He took a sip. Karen watched him. "How does it taste?" she asked, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. Plankton paused, his eye blinking thoughtfully. "Good," he said finally, his voice still subdued. He took another sip, his expression unreadable. Karen's smile grew wider, genuine this time. "I'm so glad. Why don't you sit down?" She gestured to the kitchen table. "I'll get you some toast." Plankton nodded slowly, his movements deliberate. He sat at the table, his gaze fixed on the smoothie. Karen felt the weight of his silence as she busied herself with the toaster. But the pop of the bread springing up snapped his attention to her. "Too much noise," he mumbled, flinching at the sound. Karen sank. She had forgotten how sensitive his hearing might become. She quickly turned off the toaster and approached the table. "I'm sorry," she said softly, placing the plate of toast before him. "Did the toaster bother you?" Plankton nodded, his antennas quivering slightly. "Noise," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen felt a pang of guilt. "I'll be more careful," she promised, placing a gentle hand on his back. She watched as he took a deep breath, visibly trying to regain his composure. They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the new normal pressing down on them like a thick fog. Karen wanted to fill the air with words, to reassure him and herself, but she knew that sometimes silence was the best comfort. As Plankton took a bite of toast, she observed his every move, looking for any signs of distress. His antennae were still, his eye focused on his food. It was as if the world had narrowed to just the two of them and their quiet breakfast. But then, she heard Plankton's words. "Breakfast," he murmured, his antennae twitching. "Did the toaster bother you." It took Karen a second to realize that Plankton was actually responding to his own thoughts. She watched as he paused, his antennae twitching again. "Noise," he said, his voice echoing in the silent room. Was he talking to himself? Or was this a new part of his autism, a way of processing information? "No," she said gently, sitting down beside him. "The toaster is okay now. It's quiet." Plankton nodded, his antennas stilling. He chewed slowly, his gaze flickering to Karen before returning to the bread. "Karen," he said after a moment, his voice clearer now. "The toaster okay says it's quiet, Karen said no is okay now." He was parroting her words, but with a slight delay. It was as if he was trying to make sense of them, to process the conversation in his own time. "Yes, Plankton," she replied. "The toaster is quiet now." Plankton nodded again, his antennae still. He took another bite of toast, chewing slowly. Then, out of the blue, he spoke again, his voice stronger this time. "Karen loves Plankton?" "Yes, Plankton, I do," she replied, her voice steady. "Karen loves you very much." Plankton's antennae twitched once before going still. He took another sip of his smoothie, his face a canvas of contemplation. "Plankton loves Karen," he murmured, almost to himself. It was as if he was reassuring himself of their bond. Karen felt a warmth spread through her. This was a new aspect of his autism, but it was also a sign that he was trying to understand his feelings, to make sense of the world around him. "Yes," she said, squeezing his hand. "And Karen loves Plankton right back." Plankton nodded, his gaze returning to his food. Karen could see the wheels turning in his mind, trying to comprehend the change. He took another sip of his smoothie, his antennae twitching slightly as he swallowed. "Different," he said again. "But same love." Despite the confusion, he had managed to articulate his feelings with a simplicity that was both heartbreaking and beautiful. She squeezed his hand, her screen shimmering with unshed tears. "Yes, Plankton," she said, her voice thick with love. "Same love, no matter what." Plankton's gaze shifted to her, his eye focusing on her damp screen. His antennae stood straight up, and he frowned slightly. "Tears," he said, his voice concerned. "Karen sad?" "No, Plankton," she said softly. "These are happy tears." But she knew that might not make sense to him, so she tried to explain further. "They're because I'm feeling a lot of love for you right now, and my body..." "Love makes Karen sad?" he interrupted. Karen sighed, knowing that explaining emotions to a suddenly autistic Plankton was going to be tough. "No, not sad," she corrected. "They're just tears that come when I'm really happy or overwhelmed with love. It's a good thing, I promise." Plankton's antennae twitched as he processed this information. "Good tears," he murmured. "Karen love making good tears." Karen couldn't help but smile, despite the heaviness of the situation. His childlike innocence was a beacon of light in the darkness. "Yes," she nodded, her voice steady. "Good tears," she said again, her thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. "Now, let's eat our breakfast, okay?"
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AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY vii (Autistic author) The movie ended with the snails crossing the finish line. Sponge Bob reached for the remote, fingers hovering over the button. "Would you like to watch something else?" he asks, voice soft. Sponge Bob noticed his friend Plankton's gentle snores. He had fallen asleep, his body slack. "Plankton?" he whispered. Sponge Bob leaned closer, his heart skipping a beat as he noticed Plankton's gentle snores. Plankton didn't stir, his body slumped slightly curled up. Sponge Bob's gaze softened as he realized he had fallen asleep likely for the night. Sponge Bob felt a wave of relief wash over him, for Plankton found comfort in their shared experience. He gently cradles him. Karen, watching from the doorway, smiled softly as she saw Sponge Bob's gentle care. She knew that Sponge Bob had always had a special bond with Plankton, but now, it seemed that bond had grown deeper, more meaningful. He had always been there for Plankton, through their many adventures and misunderstandings. Now, in the face of Plankton's new reality, he remained steadfast, offering a steady hand in the storm of change. "Let's get him to bed," Karen whispered, stepping into the room. Her eyes met Sponge Bob's, her gaze filled with warmth and thanks. Together, they carefully lifted Plankton from the couch, his body limp with sleep. His antennae twitched slightly at the sudden movement, but his snores remained steady, a testament to his deep sleep. Sponge Bob walked down the hallway, his steps light, carrying Plankton with ease. Karen had prepared the bed. They laid him down, his antennae flailing briefly before settling against the pillow. Sponge Bob tucked the blanket around him, his movements careful not to disturb his friend. Plankton's snores grew quieter as his body settled into the cool embrace of the sheets. His antennae twitched one last time before going still, his mouth slightly parted. Sponge Bob and Karen stepped back, exchanging a look of shared relief. "He's asleep," Karen murmured, her voice a soft caress in the quiet room. Sponge Bob nodded, his gaze lingering on Plankton's peaceful face. "Thanks for today, Karen," he said, his voice grateful. Karen's smile was warm. "Anytime, Sponge Bob," she replied. "You're such a good friend to him." Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes still on Plankton's sleeping form. "Always will be," he said. The next morning, Plankton woke up, and his antennae twitched as he registered the events of the previous day. He sat up, the blanket sliding off his body, and looked around. Sponge Bob stirred from the armchair, where he had dozed off watching over him. "Morning, Plankton," he said, his voice slightly rough with sleep. Plankton's antennae quivered as he looked around, his gaze falling on Sponge Bob. Sponge Bob yawned, stretching his spongy body, his voice gentle. "You fell asleep." Plankton's antennae twitched as his eye focused on Sponge Bob, his brain slowly piecing together the events of the previous evening. Sponge Bob's smile was warm. "You tired out, buddy?" he asked, his voice gentle. Plankton nodded slowly, his antennae twitching slightly. "Tired," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. Sponge Bob nodded, understandingly. "How about we start with a quiet morning?" he suggested. Plankton's antennae quivered slightly before he nods. "Quiet morning," he murmured, his voice agreeable. Sponge Bob nodded, his expression filled with concern. "How about some pancakes?" he offered. "They're nice and easy on the stomach." Plankton's antennae perked up at the mention of food. "No pancakes," he murmured, his voice still sluggish with sleep. Sponge Bob's eyes widened. "No pancakes?" he repeated, surprise evident in his tone. "But you love pancakes!" Plankton's antennae quivered as he thought, his voice a soft whisper. "Pancakes... no," he said, his gaze drifting to the window where the early morning sun peeked through the curtains. The light was gentle, not yet harsh enough to cause him pain. "Toast," he decided, his voice final. Sponge Bob nodded, his smile slightly saddened but respectful of Plankton's new boundaries. "Okay, toast it is," he said, standing up from the chair and heading to the kitchen. Karen met SpongeBob. "Good morning! How's everything?" Sponge Bob's expression was a mixture of hope and trepidation. "Plankton's okay," he said. "He's just really tired." Karen nodded, her gaze following her husband as he slowly made his way to the kitchen. "It's going to take some time for us to figure this out," she said. "But we'll get there." Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes never leaving Plankton's reclined form. "We will," he said, his voice firm with resolve. He returned to the kitchen, his spongy feet padding softly against the floor. The room was bathed in the gentle light of dawn, the quiet hum of the refrigerator the only sound. He pulled out a loaf of bread, his mind racing with thoughts of Plankton's new needs. Sponge Bob carefully sliced two pieces of toast, placing them in the toaster with a soft click. "Morning!" Karen says as Plankton sits down. She gives him milk, as she knew it soothes him. "Stayed up late for movie. Still am tired. Love Karen and SpongeBob." The toaster's ding pierced the silence, and Plankton's antennae shot straight up, his body stiffening at the sudden noise. "Easy, Plankton," Sponge Bob called from the kitchen, his voice soothing. "It's just the toast." "Toast," he murmured. "Toast." Sponge Bob carefully brought the toast to the table, placing it before Plankton. The scent of warm bread filled the air, mingling with the comforting aroma of Karen's brewing coffee. Plankton's antennae twitched as he took in the sight, his body visibly relaxing at the familiar smells. "Yesterday's crazy, autistic or not. And you're still getting used to it all." Karen says as Plankton eats the toast. Plankton nodded, his antennae twitching slightly, still exhausted. The milk Karen had given him was warm, the perfect temperature to soothe his still-frazzled nerves. He brought the cup to his lips, his hands trembling just a bit. As the creamy liquid slid down his throat, Plankton felt a gentle wash of calm spread through him. His antennae, which had been twitching in anticipation of the morning's noises, grew still. It usually helps calm him, which is what it did today. Sponge Bob sat opposite him, his eyes filled with concern. "You okay?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. Plankton nodded, his antennae drooping as he took another sip of his milk. "Tired," he murmured. Karen sat next to him, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. "It's okay," she said, her voice a gentle reminder of his new reality. SpongeBob helped Karen clean up the kitchen. Plankton sat in the chair, his body slumped, his antennae still. His eye was closed, his tiny chest rising and falling in the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. His head tilted back and a soft snore escaped his open mouth. Karen noticed. The past few days had taken a toll on him, but she knew that with time and patience, they would find their new normal. "Let's get you to the couch," she murmured, her voice soft. She gently took the cup from Plankton's hand, his grip loose with sleep. Sponge Bob helped her lift his tiny form from the chair. Together, they carried him to the living room, his body relaxed in their grasp. They placed him on the couch, his antennae twitching slightly as he settled into the pillows. Sponge Bob tucked the blanket around Plankton, his eyes never leaving his friend's sleeping face. "Rest, Plankton," he whispered. "We're here." Karen nodded, her pixel eyes misting with emotion. "Thank you, Sponge Bob," she said. "For being here." Sponge Bob's smile was genuine. "Always, Karen," he said, his spongy hand giving hers a gentle squeeze. "Always."
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CATCH IN MY CHIP vii (Autistic author) the only sound the steady rhythm of their breaths. Plankton's body slowly relaxes, his eye unclenching, his antennas stilling. Karen's hand remains poised, ready to offer comfort should he need it. As his breathing evens, Plankton's eye flutter open. He looks at Karen, her face a picture of love and concern. He feels a pang of guilt for his earlier outburst, but also a wave of gratitude for her understanding. He knows she doesn't push or harm, she just gets it. Karen sees the shift in his gaze, the anger giving way to something softer. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Plankton shakes his head slightly, his antennas drooping. "No," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "Just... needing a moment." Karen nods, her hand still hovering, a silent offer of comfort. "Take all the moments you need," she says, her voice gentle. Plankton's gaze lingers on her hand for a moment before he nods. He understands her unspoken offer, her respect for his boundaries. Karen knows that touch can sometimes be too much for him, a sensation that turns comforting into overwhelming. So, she waits, letting the air between them remain unbroken by physical contact, allowing him the space he desperately needs. The room is a canvas of shadows and quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of their breaths. Plankton slowly uncoils, his body no longer a taut wire ready to snap. "Do you want me to let you alone?" Karen asks, her voice soft as a whisper in the night. Plankton shakes his head, his eye meeting hers. The anger is gone, replaced by a weary sadness. She nods, her hand still hovering, a silent question mark. "Okay," she says, her voice a gentle caress. "But if you need anything, just tell me." Plankton takes a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling like waves on the shore. "Thank you," he murmurs, his eye brightening slightly. Karen nods, her hand still hovering but not touching. "I'm here," she says. "Always." Her voice is a lullaby in the quiet room, a gentle reminder that she's his anchor in the storm of sensory overload. Plankton's antennas twitch slightly, a flicker of understanding passing between them. He's aware of her presence, but the weight of his guilt and frustration is to much. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice a frayed thread of his usual bravado. Karen's hand remains hovering, a silent question, a gentle offer. "Do you want me to stay?" she asks, her voice a soft breeze in the stillness. Plankton nods, his antennas still drooping. "Yeah," he murmurs, his voice a whisper of relief. Karen's hand lowers slowly, coming to rest on the bed between them. She's careful not to cross the invisible barrier of his personal space, her touch a gentle promise of support. "You don't have to be sorry," she whispers, her voice a soft caress. "You're doing the best you can, Plankton." He nods, his antennas twitching slightly. "But I snapped," he says, his voice filled with regret. Karen's hand remains still, just outside his personal space. "It's okay," she whispers, her tone filled with empathy. "You're overwhelmed. It happens." Plankton nods, his antennas barely moving. "But I shouldn't have yelled," he says, his voice barely above a murmur. "I'm sorry." Karen's eyes fill with understanding. "It's okay, sweetie," she says. She reaches out slowly, her hand hovering an inch from his shoulder. "May I?" she asks, her eyes searching his for consent. Plankton's antennas twitch, his body still tense, but he nods. It's a small gesture, but it's enough. Karen's hand settles on his shoulder, her touch feather-light. He flinches at first, his body remembering the pain of the unexpected touch, but her gentle pressure is a soothing balm. He leans into it slightly, his body language speaking louder than his words ever could. Her hand on his shoulder is the bridge between them, a testament to their love and understanding. Plankton's breathing gradually deepens, his body softening into the mattress. Karen's touch is a lullaby, a promise that everything will be okay. The room is a cocoon of quiet, their breaths the only sound. Plankton's eye droops, his body finally succumbing to exhaustion. The weight of his head shifts slightly, his trust in Karen unspoken but palpable. Her hand remains on his shoulder, a gentle reminder of her presence. She watches his chest rise and fall, his body slowly relaxing under the soft blanket of sleep. His features smooth out, the lines of anger and frustration disappearing into the pillow. As his breaths become even, Karen can't help but feel a mix of sadness and love. Her heart goes out to him, this man she's spent her life with, who fights battles she can never fully understand. The room is a sanctuary of quiet, the air thick with the scent of their unspoken words. Plankton's hand twitches slightly, and she wonders if he's dreaming of a world where the noise isn't so loud, where the colors aren't so bright, where his mind can rest without fear of being bombarded. Karen watches as her husband's chest rises and falls, his breaths deepening into the steady rhythm of sleep. The lines of his face relax, his antennas droop slightly. Her gaze shifts to the shattered trophy on the floor, the sand scattered like a tiny desert. The room is a testament to the storm that was his sensory overload. Karen's hand tightens slightly on Plankton's shoulder, her heart aching for both her husband and son. She knows the road ahead won't be easy, that they'll need to navigate this new terrain with care. But as she watches Plankton's chest rise and fall, she feels a spark of hope.
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CHIP AND FAIL vii (Autistic author) Plankton's body tensed, his eye squeezing shut as he tried to block out the onslaught of sensations. "Chip," he murmured, his voice strained, "I can't." "What do you mean?" He didn't know his touch, his words, his very presence was a storm in Plankton's mind. He just wanted to share his week, his joy, with his dad. Plankton took a deep, shaky breath, his antennae twitching. "I have... I have something that makes it hard for me to... to handle..." But Chip's excitement was unable to comprehend the distress he was causing. "Handle what, Dad?" he asked, his voice filled with eagerness. "You can tell me anything!" Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye flickering with pain. He knew he had to find the words, to explain the storm that raged in his mind, his voice trembling. "I can't... I just..." Chip's eyes searched his father's, his hands reaching out again. But Plankton was already slipping away, his mind a tornado of sensations. He couldn't find the words, the storm too loud. Chip, oblivious to the turmoil, pressed on. "Dad, you can tell me anything," he said, his voice bubbling over with eagerness. His hands reached out again, his touch like a lightning bolt in Plankton's overstimulated world. Plankton's antennae quivered with the effort of maintaining his composure. He didn't know how to explain the maelstrom that was his mind, the way each touch and sound felt like a thunderclap. "Chip," he began again, his voice strained, "I'm..." But Chip was a hurricane, his enthusiasm unyielding. "Is it because of the college?" he asked, his screen sparkling. "Or Nutmeg?" He didn't realize that his words, his touch, were the fuel for the storm. Plankton's eye searched his son's, desperate for a moment of calm. "Chip, no, it's not about..." His voice was a whisper, lost in the wind of his son's excitement. But Chip didn't hear the desperation, his mind a kaleidoscope of thoughts and memories. He didn't see the pain he was causing, only his own need for connection. "But Dad, I just wanted to..." Plankton's antennae shot up, his body tensing like a bowstring. "Chip," he said, his voice a whipcrack of agony. "P-please." But Chip was in his own world, racing with the excitement of his week. "Come on, Dad," he said, his voice filled with cheerful oblivion. "It's so cool, you've gotta see it!" He grabbed Plankton's hand, pulling him to hard. Plankton's body jerked, his eye wide with pain. The sudden contact was like a sledgehammer to his overstimulated mind, his thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm. "Chip," he managed, his voice strained, "please." But Chip's excitement was a freight train, barreling forward without a care for the tracks. He didn't see the agony etched in Plankton's features, didn't feel the tension in his father's body. "Come on, Dad," he said, his grip tightening. "It's going to be amazing, I..." Plankton's body spasmed at the contact, his antennae vibrating wildly. The room grew too bright, the sounds too loud, the air too thin. He couldn't move, couldn't think. His mind was a cacophony of sensations, a symphony of overload. "Chip," he choked out, his voice a plea. "I... I can't." Chip's face fell, not realizing how angry his dad's getting. "What do you..." But Plankton was already spiraling, his mind a tornado of sensory assault. He didn't know how to make Chip understand, his voice a thunderclap of despair. "I CAN'T!" he shouted, his antennae waving erratically. Chip's smile faltered, his eyes wide with shock. He had never seen his dad like this before, his touch a match to a fuse. He took a step back, his hands up in surrender. "You mean, you won't!" he asked, his voice shaking. Plankton took a deep, shuddering breath, his antennae drooping. "Chip," he said, his voice tight with frustration. "I can't. Not right now. I need..." But Chip's crashing over the delicate barriers Plankton had built to keep his world in order. "But Dad, it's just a story!" he exclaimed, his voice booming in the quiet living room. "It's not a big deal, you're just being..." The room grew smaller, the walls closing in on Plankton as Chip's words echoed in his mind. Just a story? To Chip, it was a simple tale of adventure, but to Plankton, it was a minefield of sensory input his brain couldn't process. "Chip, please," he murmured, his antennae twitching wildly. "I'm trying..." "You're not trying hard enough!" Chip said, his voice filled with the kind of innocent exasperation that only a child can muster. "But if you're trying to break our family, congratulations! You..." Plankton's antennae shot up, his body rigid with tension. The accusation hit him like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him under the weight of his own failure. "Chip," he said, his voice a desperate plea. "It's not..." But Chip's screen filled with accusation, his voice loud in the suddenly too-small room. "Why can't you just be normal?" he demanded, his grip on Plankton's hand tightening. Plankton's antennae quivered, his eye squeezed shut against the assault. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I'm not... I'm not like other dads." "Well DUH! You just can't handle it, can you?" Chip said, his voice filled with frustration. He didn't see the pain in Plankton's eye, the way his antennae drooped with each accusation. "But it's just a story, Dad. It's not that..." Plankton's antennae twitched, his body trembling with the effort to stay calm. "Chip, you don't understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "My mind is like a... a... " Chip's eyes searched his father's, his expression a mix of confusion and anger. "What? What's wrong with you? Let me guess, you're just being dramatic again," he said, his voice harsher than he intended. Plankton flinched at the accusation, his antennas stiffening. Karen watched from the sidelines, aching. She knew this moment was inevitable, but seeing the pain was like a knife to her. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation that needed to happen. "Chip, sweetie," she began, her voice soft and gentle, "Dad's not being dramatic." She took a step forward, placing a hand on her son's shoulder, feeling the tension beneath his skin. "Your dad has..." "Mom, my 'dad' has no place in OUR family! Your life is a lie!" Chip's words, fueled by confusion and hurt, echoed through to Plankton, his voice shaking. Karen's hands shook as she reached for Chip. "No, honey," she said, her voice trembling, "it's not that simple." But Chip was already storming out of the room, his footsteps like thunder in the quiet hallway. Plankton slumped back against his chair, his antennae drooping. He had hoped Chip would never have to know, never have to feel the way he did. The way his mind was like a cluttered room, with no way to organize the chaos. He closed his eye, the weight of his secret heavy on his shoulders.
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A JOURNEY TO AUTISM iv (Autistic author) "Let's play again," Plankton says, his voice eager. Sponge Bob nods, his smile genuine. "Ok, Plankton pick a board game." Karen watches as Sponge Bob sorts through the disarray of their game collection, his spongy fingers touching each box before finally settling on a card game. "Go Fish!" Sponge Bob exclaims, holding up the battered cards. Plankton's face lights up at the familiar phrase, his antennas waggling with excitement. "Fish, fish, fish," he repeats, his voice echoing the words. The two sit cross-legged on the floor, the cards spread out in front of them. Plankton's hands tremble slightly as he picks up his cards, but his concentration is intense. "Fish," he whispers, holding his hand out to Sponge Bob. Sponge Bob nods, understanding the game despite Plankton's simplified request. "Go Fish," he responds, placing a card into Plankton's outstretched palm. Plankton's eye brightens, and he repeats the action, placing a card into Sponge Bob's hand. "Fish," he says again, his voice slightly more confident. "Plankton you gotta take a card from the pile.." Sponge Bob starts to explain, but Plankton's antennas shoot up, and he interrupts. "Fish from the pile," he repeats, his voice eager. He reaches for the deck and draws a card, his eye never leaving Sponge Bob's. Sponge Bob nods. "That's right, Plankton," he says, his voice gentle. "Go Fish." Plankton repeats the phrase, his antennas bobbing with each word. "Go Fish," he murmurs, his eye scanning the cards. Sponge Bob nods, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Good job, Plankton," he encourages. "Your turn to ask for a card." Plankton's antennas wiggle as he thinks, his eye darting to his hand. "Sponge Bob," he says, his voice a mix of excitement and focus. "Got any...?" He pauses, his brain searching for the right word. "Got any...?" "Got any fish?" Sponge Bob prompts, his smile never wavering. "Fish," Plankton repeats, his antennas bobbing. "Got any fish?" Sponge Bob nods, understanding dawning. "Do you have any twos?" Plankton's antennas twitch in excitement. "Two," he echoes, his voice triumphant. "Do you have any twos?" Sponge Bob's smile falters slightly as he nods, looking at his own cards. He's not sure how to proceed. He decides to keep the game simple. "I don't have any twos," he says. "Now it's your turn to Go Fish." Plankton nods, his concentration unbroken. He scans his cards again. "Got any fish?" he asks, his voice determined. Sponge Bob's smile widens, his eyes sparkling with understanding. "No fish here," he says, placing a card face down. "Go Fish." Plankton's antennas twitch rapidly as he processes the new information, his brain working to keep up with the game's flow. "Go Fish," he repeats, his voice gaining confidence with each exchange. Sponge Bob's eyes widen slightly but he nods along, playing his part. "Okay, Plankton," he says, placing a card on the pile. "Your turn." Plankton's antennas wobble as he considers his next move. "Got any fish?" he asks again, his voice a mix of excitement and challenge. Sponge Bob's smile becomes a bit forced. "Nope," he says, his voice still cheerful. "Go Fish." Plankton's eye dart to the cards in his hand, then back to Sponge Bob. His antennas wave erratically as he tries to formulate his next question. "Got any...?" Sponge Bob waits patiently, his heart aching for his friend. He's never seen Plankton like this before, for SpongeBob doesn't know about the accident nor the diagnosis. "Got any fish?" Plankton's words echo in the silence of the room. Sponge Bob's confusion mounts as he looks into his friend's eye, searching for a clue to what's going on. "No, Plankton," Sponge Bob says, his voice strained. "I don't have any fish." Plankton's antennas drop slightly, his expression one of disappointment. "Go Fish," he murmurs, his gaze drifting to the card pile. Sponge Bob's heart aches as he watches his friend, trying to understand this new, strange behavior. "Do you want to play something else?" he asks, hoping to distract Plankton from his obsession with the game. But Plankton's antennas spring back to life. "More fish," he insists, his voice almost a command. Sponge Bob nods, his mind racing to comprehend what's happening. He knows Plankton's mind is sharp, so why the repetition? "Got any fish?" Plankton asks again, his voice growing more urgent. Sponge Bob's smile falters. He's never seen Plankton act this way before. The urgency in Plankton's voice, the repetition of words, it's all so strange and disconcerting. "I don't understand," he says, his voice small and unsure. "What's going on with you?" Plankton's antennas quiver slightly at Sponge Bob's question, but his eye remains fixed on the cards. "I don't understand," he says, voice soft but firm. "What's going on with you." Sponge Bob's smile falters, his eyes searching Plankton's face for answers. "It's just a game, Plankton," he says, his voice filled with concern. "You don't have to keep asking for fish." This isn't the Plankton he knows, the cunning and scheming arch-nemesis who always has a plan up his sleeve. This is someone else entirely, someone lost and confused. But Plankton doesn't seem to hear him. "Fish," he whispers, his antennas twitching in time with his words. "Got any fish?" Sponge Bob feels a knot form in his stomach. Is Plankton trying to annoy him? "Plankton, are you ok?" he asks gently, his voice filled with concern. Plankton's antennas stop twitching for a moment, his gaze meeting Sponge Bob's. "Plankton are you ok," he echoes, his eye searching Sponge Bob's for a clue. "Fish." Sponge Bob's brow furrows deeper, his confusion growing. "You don't have to keep asking for fish, Plankton," he says again. But Plankton's mind is stuck on the pattern, his voice insistent. "Fish," he repeats. Sponge Bob's now getting irritated. The echoing of his words, the intense stare, and the persistent demand for "fish" are unlike anything he's ever seen. "Plankton, please," he says, his voice tight with frustration. "I don't have any fish. Let's play a different game." But Plankton's antennas only wiggle more rapidly. "Fish," he insists. "Got any fish?" Sponge Bob's patience is wearing thin, his cheery demeanor slipping away. "I said no!" he snaps, his voice a little too loud. Plankton recoils at the sudden change in tone, his antennas drooping. "Fish?" he whispers, his voice filled with uncertainty. Sponge Bob's eyes widen with regret at his outburst. "I'm sorry," he says quickly, his voice softening. "I didn't mean to yell. But Plankton, I don't have any more fish!" Plankton's antennas sag, and his eye becomes unfocused. "No fish," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. Sponge Bob's never seen Plankton like this, his behavior so repetitive and unresponsive to his words. It was as if the game had become the center of Plankton's entire world, and Sponge Bob's refusal to play along had shattered it. "I'm sorry, Plankton," Sponge Bob says, his voice trembling with frustration. "I just don't understand why you're so obsessed with fish." Plankton looks up, his eye meeting Sponge Bob's, a hint of hurt flickering across his expression. "Fish," he says again, his voice smaller this time. "Need fish." Sponge Bob sighs, his hands going to his face. "Ok," he says, his voice muffled. "Let's just finish this game."
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A JOURNEY TO AUTISM vii (Autistic author) He starts to rock back and forth, his single eye squeezed shut as he tries to cope with the sudden change in his environment. Mr. Krabs' confusion deepens, his claws scratching his head in bemusement. "What's gotten into you, Plankton?" he says. But Plankton can't stop. His rocking intensifies, his whispered mantra becoming more desperate. "Fish, fish, fish," he repeats, his voice rising slightly with each iteration. Mr. Krabs stares at Plankton, his confusion turning. "Plankton, you ok?" he asks. But Plankton is lost in his own world, his stimming a way to self-regulate. His antennas wave back and forth in a soothing rhythm, his body rocking slightly as he murmurs "fish, fish, fish." Sponge Bob's heart aches as he watches his friend, his own hands clenching into fists at his side. He understands now that Plankton's behavior isn't a game, it's a coping mechanism, a way to navigate through the chaos in his head. "Plankton, it's ok," Sponge Bob says soothingly, approaching his friend. He gently picks up one of the fallen chess pieces, a knight, and holds it out to him. "Do you want to play again?" Plankton's antennas cease their frantic motion, his eye focusing on the knight. He takes it, his fingers tracing the intricate carvings, his breathing steadying. "Fish," he says, his voice calmer. Sponge Bob watches his friend carefully, his heart breaking at the sight of his distress. He understands now that Plankton's repetition is not just a strange behavior, but a way to cope with his new reality. Mr. Krabs, still confused, watches as Plankton's tracing the lines of the chessboard. "What are ye doing?" he asks, his voice annoyed. Sponge Bob's eyes meet Plankton's, and he sees the desperation in his friend's eye. "Mr. Krabs, Plankton's just... trying to remember how to play," he lies gently. Mr. Krabs grumbles but doesn't argue. Sponge Bob takes this moment to sit next to Plankton, placing his hand on his shoulder. "It's ok," he whispers. "We'll play again when you're ready." Plankton's antennas twitch, his eye dilating slightly as he nods. He clutches the knight tightly, his thumb stroking its smooth surface. It's a familiar comfort, something from before the accident, before the world became a confusing cacophony of sounds and sights. As the moments pass, Plankton's gaze remains fixed on the chessboard, the pattern of the squares providing a comforting visual stimulation. Sponge Bob notices the subtle change in his friend's demeanor, the tension easing from his tiny body. "Fish," Plankton murmurs again, but this time with less urgency. He carefully sets the knight back down on the board, his hand hovering above it. Sponge Bob's heart swells with affection, and he knows that despite the confusion and fear in Plankton's eye, his friend is trying. Mr. Krabs, however, is far from convinced, his eyes narrowing. "If this is how you're going to be, I'm not playing," he declares, crossing his arms over his chest. But Plankton's antennas perk up slightly, his interest piqued by the challenge. He picks up the knight again, his thumb caressing the piece. "Fish," he whispers, his gaze flicking to Sponge Bob and then back to the board. It's a plea. Sponge Bob nods, his face a picture of solemn reassurance. "It's ok," he repeats. "Just..." "What's wrong with you, Plankton?" Mr. Krabs exclaims. Plankton's antennas droop, and he looks down at his cards again. He doesn't know how to explain his condition to Mr. Krabs, who's always so dismissive of him. He feels a pang of desperation, racing to find a way to bridge understanding. Then, it hits him. With trembling hands, Plankton mimics Mr. Krabs' crossed arms, his voice a poor imitation. "What's wrong with you, Plankton," he repeats firmly. Mr. Krabs' eyes bulge with surprise. "What's this now?" he mutters, giving way to amusement. He chuckles deeply, his claws unfolding from his chest. Sponge Bob understands Plankton. "Mr. Krabs," he says quickly, trying to intercept the situation. "Plankton's..." But Mr. Krabs waves his hand dismissively. "I know, I know," he says, his voice filled with mockery. "Just playing his little games." Plankton doesn't want to be laughed at, especially not by Mr. Krabs. With determined effort, he mimics Mr. Krabs. "I know I know," he says again, his tone mimicking Mr. Krabs'. "Just playing his little games!" Mr. Krabs' laughter fades, his gaze sharp. "What now, Plankton?" he demands, his voice hard. Plankton's antennas quiver with determination as he picks up Mr. Krabs' mannerisms. "I know, I know," he repeats, his eye fixed on Mr. Krabs. "Just playing his little games!" Mr. Krabs' expression sours to irritation. "What's your game, Plankton?" he snaps. "Game," he repeats, his voice a mirror of Mr. Krabs'. "Game, game Mr. Krabs." Mr. Krabs' eyes narrow, his confusion shifting to annoyance. "You're not making sense," he says, his voice sharp. But Plankton doesn't stop. "Game, game Mr. Krabs," he persists, his antennas waving frantically. Sponge Bob's heart squeezes. He knows Plankton's not trying to annoy; he's desperately trying to convey something, but his brain's wiring isn't cooperating. Plankton's repetition has turned into a mantra, a plea for understanding that only Mr. Krabs seems to ignore. Mr. Krabs' patience snaps. "Enough!" he shouts, slamming his claws on the table. "What do you want from me, Plankton?" Plankton's antennas flatten, his eye filling with tears. Sponge Bob jumps up, his own voice shaky. "Mr. Krabs, please, don't yell," he begs. "It's just a game." Mr. Krabs' face twists in anger. "This isn't a game, this is your usual scheme to drive me crazy!" "No, Mr. Krabs," he says.
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CHIP OFF THE OLD TALKS vii (Autistic Author) The film starts, and for a while, the only sound is the muffled dialogue and the occasional sniffle from Chip. Karen's hand finds its way to Plankton's, giving it a gentle squeeze. He flinches at first but then relaxes slightly, allowing her contact. Plankton's antennae still and he turns to look at Chip, who's staring at the screen, lost in the fantasy. Karen watches them both, torn between anger and pity. She knows Plankton's anger isn't directed at Chip, but it's hard to see her son hurt. The movie plays on, the sound of laughter and adventure a stark contrast to the heavy silence that hangs over them. Plankton's antennae twitch as he glances at Chip, his eye flickering with regret. Karen feels the tension in the room begin to ease as Chip becomes engrossed in the film. He shifts closer to Plankton, seeking comfort without words. Plankton's antennae droop slightly, and he sighs, his grip on the armrest of the couch tightening. The film starts, and for a while, the only sound is the muffled dialogue and the occasional sniffle from Chip. Karen's hand finds its way to Plankton's, giving it a gentle squeeze. He flinches at first but then relaxes slightly, allowing her contact. Plankton's antennae still and he turns to look at Chip, who's staring at the screen, lost in the fantasy. Karen watches them both, torn between anger and pity. She knows Plankton's anger isn't directed at Chip, but it's hard to see her son hurt. The movie plays on, the sound of laughter and adventure a stark contrast to the heavy silence that hangs over them. Plankton's antennae twitch as he glances at Chip, his eye flickering with regret. Karen feels the tension in the room begin to ease as Chip becomes engrossed in the film. He shifts closer to Plankton, seeking comfort without words. Plankton's antennae droop slightly, and he sighs, his grip on the armrest of the couch tightening. During a particularly suspenseful scene, Chip reaches out and grabs Plankton's arm instinctively. But the sudden touch sends Plankton spiraling. His antennae shoot up, and he starts to shake uncontrollably. "Daddy?" Chip asks, his grip tightening in concern. Plankton's body jolts, his antennae flailing wildly as his eye roll back. "Daddy!" Chip's voice is filled with fear as he clutches his father's arm tighter. Plankton's tremors only worsen, his body convulsing in a way that's both frightening and heartbreaking. Karen's realizes what's happening. "Chip, let go!" she cries. "Dad?" Chip whispers, his voice trembling with fear. Plankton's shaking becomes more intense, his antennae flailing as if trying to escape the confines of his own body. His mouth opens in a silent scream. Karen's knows this isn't a โ€˜seizureโ€™ but something else entirelyโ€”a meltdown, a result of the overwhelming emotions he's been trying to hold in. She rushes to his side with worry. "Chip, let go of him," she says, her voice urgent. Plankton's shaking becomes more intense, his antennae thrashing about like seaweed in a storm. Karen quickly moves closer, her own hands gentle as she pries Chip's tight grip from Plankton's arm. "Chip, sweetie, let Daddy breathe," she says, her voice firm yet filled with empathy. "What's wrong with him?" he stammers, voice trembling. Karen's full of sadness as she takes Chip into her arms, gently peeling him away from Plankton's convulsing form. "It's ok, baby," she murmurs, her voice a lifeline in the chaos. "Daddy's just having a hard time right now." Her movements are swift and sure as she guides Chip away from the couch, her gaze never leaving Plankton. His body is still racked with tremors, his antennae a wild mess of emotions. She knows that touch can be overwhelming for Plankton in moments like these, so she keeps her distance, giving him the space he needs. "Why is he doing that?" Chip whispers, his voice shaky with fear. Karen's heart aches as she holds him close, trying to shield him from the harshness of the world. "It's called a meltdown, sweetie," she explains gently, her voice a soothing balm. "Sometimes, when some neurodivergent people get really upset or overwhelmed, their bodies may react like this." Karen's on Plankton, who's still trembling on the couch, his antennae a blur of distress. She knows he needs space, yet her instinct is to comfort him. With Chip in her arms, she keeps a safe distance, speaking softly so as not to add to the sensory overload. "Plankton," she says, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her heart. "It's ok. Just breathe." Plankton's body continues to spasm, his antennae a frantic tapestry of emotions. Karen's filled with a fierce determination as she carefully approaches him, her movements slow and calculated to avoid triggering more distress. "Plankton," she whispers, her voice a gentle lullaby amidst the chaos. "I'm here." Slowly, his antennae begin to still, his body calming as he registers her presence. "It's ok," she repeats. With trembling hands, she reaches out to stroke his back, the barest touch. Plankton's body relaxes slightly, his breaths coming in deep, shaky gasps. "Just breathe," she whispers again, her hand moving in a soothing rhythm. "It's ok, you're ok." Plankton's antennae slow their erratic dance, his body following suit. The tremors subside, leaving him drained and panting. "Daddy?" Chip whispers, peering over Karen's shoulder. Karen nods, still on Plankton. "He's ok now," she says softly. "It's just his brain's way of letting out all the big feelings." Chip watches, his grip on Karen tightening. "Is he going to be ok?" he asks, his voice small. Karen nods, her eyes never leaving Plankton. "Yes," she murmurs. "Just give him a moment." The room is silent except for Plankton's uneven breathing. The colors from the TV flicker across their faces, painting them in a strange, unsettling light. Karen can feel Chip's little heart beating against hers, and she knows he's scared. "It's ok," she whispers again, her voice a beacon of calm in the storm. "Daddy just needs some time." Plankton's antennae droop, his body finally still. His eye meets hers, a silent apology in the depths of his gaze. Karen nods, her hand still on his back, offering assurance without words. "Chip," she says, her voice still low, "can you go to your room for a bit?" He nods, eyes still glued to his father, but he doesn't protest. With a heavy heart, Karen watches her son disappear down the corridor, the door clicking shut behind him. Turning her full attention to Plankton, she sits down beside him, her hand resting lightly on his back. His breathing is still ragged, his antennae barely moving. "I'm sorry," Plankton whispers, his voice hoarse. Karen nods with understanding. "We'll talk to him," she says gently. "But first, let's make sure you're ok." Plankton's body still trembling slightly. Karen keeps her hand on his back, her touch a silent promise that she's there for him. Karen's hand moves in gentle circles, trying to soothe him. "You don't have to apologize," she says firmly. "You are who you are, and we love you for it." Plankton's antennae twitch, and he looks up at her, his single eye brimming with unshed tears. "But I don't know how to be a good dad like this," he chokes out. Karen's heart breaks at his words, but she keeps her voice steady. "You're already a great dad, Plankton," she says. "You just need to find a way to show Chip that." He looks at her, hope and doubt warring in his expression. "How?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper. Karen takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "By teaching him," she says gently. "By letting him in, just like you're letting us in now." Plankton's antennae droop, and he nods. "I know," he says, his voice filled with regret. "But it's hard. I don't want him to see me like this." Karen squeezes his hand. "He already does," she says gently. "And he loves you anyway."
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CATCH IN MY CHIP iv (Autistic author) Plankton looks around, confusion flickering in his eye. "What's going on?" "You had a bit of an overload," Karen explains, her voice gentle. "Too much sensory input, remember?" Plankton's antennas twitch, and his eye widens slightly as he takes in the scene. The mess, the quiet, Chip's tear-stained face. He sighs, his body relaxing back into the pillows. "Ah, yes," he murmurs. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you." Karen smiles, her eyes shimmering with relief. "It's okay, dear. We're just here for you." Plankton's gaze drifts to Chip, who's hovering in the doorway, his eyes wide and worried. "Chip... I'm sorry." Chip's eyes fill with tears, his voice shaking. "It's okay, Dad. Is your autism causing..." Plankton looks at him, his eye widening slightly. "What do you know about autism?" He sits up, his voice tinged with surprise. Chip sniffles, his grip tight on the seashell collection. "Mom told me," he says, his voice barely audible. "It's why you got overwhelmed, isn't it?" Plankton's expression shifts from confusion to something closer to anger. "I don't need you to feel sorry for me," he snaps, his voice sharp. "I can handle it." "But Dad you just..." Plankton cuts Chip off, his voice edged with agitation. "I said, I can handle it!" Chip takes a step back, his eyes wide and filled with fear. He hadn't meant to upset his dad; he just wanted to understand. "You couldn't handle it, Dad. Otherwise, you..." Plankton's eye narrows, his antennas standing on end. "Don't," he says, his voice a warning growl. "I don't need a little kid telling me what I can and can't handle." Chip's shoulders slump, his eyes welling up. "But I just... I didn't mean to..." "I said, I can handle it!" Plankton's voice cracks through the air, his face flushing with irritation. Karen's grip on Chip's hand tightens, a silent message to stay calm. Chip's eyes water as he stammers, "But I just wanted to help." The weight of his dad's words hits him like a brick. He hadn't meant to make him mad, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd done something wrong. Plankton's breaths are sharp and quick, his body tense with frustration. "You don't know what you're talking about," he snaps, pushing the covers off his legs. "You're just a kid. You don't understand." Chip's eyes well up with tears as he looks at his father, the man he's always admired and loved, now a stranger in his own pain. "But Mom said it's okay for..." Plankton's anger flares, his antennas quivering. "Don't you dare bring your mom into this," he says, cutting Chip off again. "This is not your business!" Chip's lower lip trembles, his eyes filling with tears. He hadn't meant to upset his dad, but everything he says seems to make it worse. "But Dad," he starts, but his voice is lost in the wave of Plankton's frustration. "I don't need your pity," Plankton says, his voice rising. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, his movements quick and jerky. "You think just because you know a fancy word, you know what it's like?" Chip feels his cheeks burn, his eyes blurred with unshed tears. "No, Dad, I just..." But Plankton is already out of bed, his legs wobbly. "You think you know everything, don't you?" His words are a jumble of anger and pain, his voice echoing in the quiet room. Chip steps back, his eyes wide with shock. "No, Dad, I just..." He tries to explain, but Plankton interrupts again. "Don't tell me what you 'just,'" Plankton snaps. "You think because you went to some camp you can come back and act like you know me?" His voice is sharp, cutting through the tension in the air like a knife. Chip's eyes dart to the ground, his body shrinking under the weight of his father's words. "But Dad, I just..." Plankton's anger is palpable, his body vibrating with tension. "I said, don't tell me what you 'just'!" He snatches up Chip's new surfboard, the one symbol of joy from camp, and slams it against the wall. The room shakes with the impact, sending a shower of sand and shells flying. Chip jumps, his eyes wide with shock. "Dad, please," he whispers, his voice shaking. He's never seen his dad like this, never felt such anger radiating from him. It's like a storm has taken over the room, and he's the only one caught in it. "What are you doing?" Chip asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He takes a step back, his hands up in a protective gesture. "What does it look like?" Plankton snarls, his grip tight on the broken surfboard. "I can't even have a moment without you poking and prodding!" Chip's eyes dart around the room, his heart racing as he tries to find the words to fix this. "I'm sorry, Dad," he whispers, his voice trembling. "I just wanted to help." But Plankton is beyond reason, his anger a living thing that feeds off the chaos. He turns to the desk, his gaze settling on the pile of sandy photos. "You think your camp souvenirs mean anything to me?" He snatches the pictures, ripping them into shreds. Chip gasps, tears spilling down his cheeks as he watches his memories destroyed. "Dad, no!" He tries to grab the photos, his hands shaking, but Plankton swats him away, the torn pieces falling like confetti around them. The room seems to close in, the smell of saltwater and musty sand overwhelming him. "These are from my trip!" Chip sobs, his voice choking on his own pain. "I don't care about your trip!" Plankton shouts, throwing the remaining pieces into the air. They flutter down like sad confetti, a stark contrast to the joy they once represented. "I care about me! I care about what you do to me with your noise and your energy!" Chip's heart feels like it's shattering into a million pieces, each one a memory of his dad's love and patience torn apart. "I didn't mean to," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the ringing in his ears. "I just wanted to share..." Plankton's eye flashes with anger, his grip on the shredded photos white-knuckled. "Share?" He spits the word out like it's poison. "You have no idea what you're doing to me! You just keep pushing and pushing, and you don't even notice when I can't take it anymore!" Chip's eyes dart to the floor, his hands curling into fists. "I thought you liked it," he says, his voice shaking. "I thought you liked when I talked about my day." Plankton's chest heaves, his eye blazing with frustration. "You don't get it, do you?" He says, his voice rising. "You never get it!" He picks up Chip's rare seashell collection, the one he'd been so proud to show off, and hurls it across the room. The sound of breaking shells fills the air, each one a shard of Chip's shattered happiness. "Dad, please!" Chip begs, his hands outstretched. "Stop!" But Plankton's rage has taken over, a whirlwind of accusations and anger. "You think this is fun?" He yells, holding up a shard of seashell. "You think this is what I want?" Plankton throws the shard down, the clatter of broken shells like a mocking echo of Chip's pleas. "I don't want your noise!" His hands shake with fury as he grabs the sandy trophy from the camp sandwich contest. "Dad, please," Chip says, his voice small and scared. "What's wrong?" He tries to approach, but Plankton's body language is a clear warning. Plankton's eye dart around the room, his anger a tangible force. "Wrong?" He laughs, a harsh, bitter sound. "Wrong is you, coming in here with your stories and your noise and your... stuff!" He gestures wildly at the camp souvenirs, the remnants of Chip's excitement scattered across the floor. He hurls the trophy at the wall, watching with a twisted satisfaction as it shatters into a hundred pieces. "This," he says, holding up a fistful of sand, "this is what you do to me!" Chip flinches with each broken piece, his heart aching. "But Dad, I just wanted to make you proud." His voice is barely a whisper, lost in the storm of Plankton's rage. "Proud?" Plankton sneers, his grip tight on the sand. "You think this junk makes me proud?" He throws the sand at Chip, the grains stinging his face like tiny needles. "You have no idea what I go through every day, do you?" His voice cracks, his anger giving way to pain. Karen steps in, her voice firm but calm. "Plankton, that's enough." Her eyes are on her son, her face a mask of concern. "Chip, why don't you go... dust your screen?" Her tone is gentle, but her gaze holds a silent message: stay calm. Chip nods, his eyes never leaving his dad's. He turns and heads for the bathroom, his steps slow and deliberate. The door clicks closed behind him, leaving Karen and Plankton alone in the room.
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GREAT CHIP iv (Autistic author) In the bedroom, Karen managed to guide Plankton to the bed, her voice soothing. She knew his senses were heightened right now, his body a battleground. Chip hovered in the doorway, his eyes never leaving his dad. He felt like he didn't recognize this man who had always been his hero. The seizure passed, leaving Plankton drained. Karen helped tucked him in, her eyes filled with sadness. In the quiet that followed, she turned to Chip, his own eyes red and puffy. "I'm sorry you had to see that," she said gently. Chip nodded, his gaze still on Plankton's exhausted face. "Is he okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "He'll be fine," Karen assured, her voice strained. "Just tired. This happens sometimes." Chip nodded, his gaze never leaving Plankton's face. He felt like he was seeing his dad for the first time, like he'd been looking at him through a fog and suddenly, it had lifted. He didn't know what to do with the mix of feelings swirling inside him: confusion, fear, sadness. Karen took Chip's hand, squeezing it gently. "Let's go talk, okay?" she suggested, leading him out of the room. They sat in the kitchen, the silence heavy between them. "I don't get it," Chip said finally, his voice still shaky. "Why did Dad get so mad?" Karen sighed, her grip on his hand tightening. "It's not that he's mad at you, sweetheart. It's his way of dealing with the fear and confusion. Sometimes, his brain gets overwhelmed, and it's like he can't control his reactions." Chip looked at her, his eyes searching for understanding. "But why does he have to break my toys?" he asked, his voice still small. Karen's heart ached for him. "It's not about the toys," she explained softly. "It's about the frustration he feels, the inability to communicate what he's going through." Chip sniffled, trying to wrap his head around it all. "But why does he get so...so...mad?" Karen's eyes were filled with understanding. "It's not just you, Chip. Sometimes, his brain needs a way to deal with everything. It's like his own personal tornado, and when it hits, it's hard for him to keep his emotions from spinning out of control." Chip nodded, still not fully understanding but willing to try. He looked down at their joined hands, his thumb tracing small circles on her palm. "What can I do?" Karen squeezed his hand. "Just be patient," she said. "And don't take it personally. Remember, it's not about you, it's about what he's feeling. And when he's ready, we can talk about it together." Chip nodded, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. He didn't want to upset his dad again, but he needed to know how to help. He didn't want to feel so powerless. "But what if he doesn't want to talk?" he ventured, his voice small. "Then we'll give him space," Karen said, her eyes filled with warmth. "But we'll be here, ready to listen when he does." Chip nodded, wiping away the last of his tears with the back of his hand. "Okay," he murmured, his voice still shaky. "Can I sit with him?" Karen nodded. "Just for a bit, but remember, he might not know you're there right away. Let's go." They tiptoe back into the room, the air still thick with tension. Plankton's eye is closed. Karen knows he's sleeping. Chip sits in the chair beside the bed, watching his dad's chest rise and fall. He reaches out to touch Plankton's hand, but stops. He didn't want to startle him, not after what happened. His mind raced with questions, but he knew now was not the time to ask. Instead, Chip took a deep breath, his hand hovering over Plankton's. He didn't know how to make it right, but he knew he had to try. Karen watched from the doorway, her heart heavy with the weight of her family's pain. She knew this was a moment that could either build a wall or bridge the gap between father and son. Chip's hand hovered, unsure, before finally landing on his dad's. Plankton's antennae twitched, and Chip looked up to see his mother's eyes glistening with proud tears. Karen offered a gentle smile. "You can sit with him," she whispered. "Just don't touch him anywhere else." Chip nodded and pulled the chair closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving his dad's still face. He sat for what felt like hours, his hand resting gently on Plankton's. Every now and then, his dad's antennae would twitch, and he'd hold his breath, afraid that he'd wake him up. But Plankton remained still, lost in a deep slumber. The room was quiet, save for the soft snores escaping his dad's mouth. Chip stared at his hand on Plankton's, his mind racing with everything he'd learned. Autism, seizures, the way his dad's brain worked differently. It was all so new and overwhelming. He felt a pang of guilt for not knowing sooner, for not understanding. But Karen's words echoed in his mind: his dad's reactions weren't personal. It was just how his brain dealt with stress. Chip leaned back in the chair, his eyes heavy with the weight of the day's events. He watched his dad's chest rise and fall, the steady rhythm comforting him. His thoughts swirled with questions and confusion, but he knew one thing for sure: he loved his dad, no matter what. As the minutes ticked by, his fear turned into resolve. He would learn more about his father and try to find a way to support him without setting off the storm of sensory overload.
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แ”†สฐแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ แดธแต‰แต โ™ก Wโ‚’แตฃd cโ‚’แตคโ‚™โ‚œ โ‚‹ โ‚†โ‚…โ‚‡ โ™ก โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ "แดดแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต‡สธ โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ สทโฑโฟแตˆแต’สท สฐโฑแต แถ แตƒแถœแต‰ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโ€ง แดฌแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หข สฐแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แต—สทแต‰แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต—หข แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตƒ แถ แตƒโฑหกแต‰แตˆ หขแถœสฐแต‰แตแต‰โ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’แต›โฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แตƒหกหกโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’สท สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง" แดบแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดฌแต— แตƒหกหกโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ; หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หข?" แ”†สฐแต‰ แต˜สณแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— หขสฐแต‰ แตแต’แต— แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰หข หขแต’แตแต‰ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต'หข โฟแต’แต— สณโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€ฝ" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโธด สณแต’หกหกโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง แดฌโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰โฟโธด โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข หกแต‰แตโ€ง "แดผสฐโธด โฟแต‰แต–แต—แต˜โฟแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— หกแต˜แถœแตโฑหกสธ สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต โฟแต’สณ แถ สณแตƒแถœแต—แต˜สณแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข แต‡สณแต˜โฑหขแต‰แตˆ หกแต‰แต หขสทแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆ แถ สณแต’แต สทสฐแตƒแต— แต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต‡หกแต˜โฟแต— แถ แต’สณแถœแต‰ แต—สณแตƒแต˜แตแตƒโ€ง แดฐแต‰แต‰แต– หขแถœสณแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰หขโธด แตƒหข สทแต‰หกหกโ€ง "แดผสฐ แตˆแต‰แตƒสณโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ แต—สณแต‰แตแต‡หกแต‰แตˆ หขแต’แตแต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— แถ สณแต’แต แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแตˆหกสธ สฐแต˜สณแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต‰หกหก แตแต‰ สทสฐแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต‡โปแต‡แต˜แต— แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตโปแตแต’แต— หขแต–แตƒแต—แต˜หกแตƒ แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰โฟ แตƒโปแตƒโฟแตˆ สฐโปสฐโปสฐแต˜สณแต— แตโปแตสธ หกแต‰แต สฐโปสฐแต˜สณแต—หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต˜แตแต‡หกแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกโฑหขแต—แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต หขแต’แตแต‰ แตโฑหกแตโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท หขแต’แตแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰หข สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตแต‰แต— แตโฑหกแต แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต’แต–แต‰แตˆ โฑแต—'แตˆ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ หกแต‰แต— สฐแต‰สณ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑหกแต สฐแต‰หกแต–โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แตˆสณโฑโฟแต โฑแต—โ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแต สธโปสธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหข แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต‰หกแต‰แต›แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข โฟแต’สท แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰แตˆ หกแต‰แตโ€ง "แดต หกโปหกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขโปหขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แดดโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ หขหกโฑแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ หขสฐแต˜แต—โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ'หข แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– สทสฐแต‰โฟ หขสฐแต‰ แต–แต˜หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต— แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณหข; แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต›โฑหขโฑแต‡หกสธ หกแต‰หขหข แต—แต‰โฟหขแต‰ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— หกแตƒหฃโธด แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แต–แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ หขหกแตƒแถœแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต‡แต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰'หข แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑหข แตแต˜แถœสฐ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แตโฑหกแต แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต’แต‡แต›โฑแต’แต˜หขหกสธ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สทแต‰หกหก แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต‰โฟแตˆโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโธด สฐแต‰'หข แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ โฑโฟโธด หขแต’ สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต’โฟหกสธ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ สฐแตƒแถปสธ แตˆแต‰แต—แตƒโฑหกหขโธด โฑแถ  แตƒโฟสธโ€ง แดฌแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หขโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฑแตสฐแต— หขแต—สณแต’แตแต‰ สฐโฑหข แตƒโฟแต—แต‰โฟโฟแตƒแต‰ แต‡สธ สณแต˜โฟโฟโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ แถ โฑโฟแตแต‰สณหข แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐ แต‡แต˜แต—โธด โฟแต’สท'หข โฟแต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ; สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แต’แต›แต‰สณ หขแต—โฑแตแต˜หกแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หขสฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แตƒโฟแตˆโธด สฐแต‰'หข โฑโฟ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต’แถ  หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข โฟแต’แต— สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’สท หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต’แถ แถ  สทแต’สณแตโ€ง "แดดแต‰สธ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโธด แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แดต'หกหก แตแต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑแต หขแต‰แต‰ โฑแถ  สฐแต‰'หข แต˜แต– แต—แต’ แต›โฑหขโฑแต—แต’สณหขโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ สทแตƒสธ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ'หข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สธโธด แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณหข แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง "แตสณสณแตสฐโธด สทสฐแตƒแตƒแตƒแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง "แตโฟสฐ สทสฐแต‰โปสทสฐแต‰สณแต‰โธด สทสฐแตƒแตƒโป สฐแตƒแต–โปแต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต?" "แดผสฐโธด หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หขโ€งโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ โฑโฟสฒแต˜สณแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜สณ หกแต‰แต แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต›โฑหขโฑแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฟแต’สท สณแต˜โฟโฟโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดดแต‰ สฐแต˜แตหขโธด สณแต‰หขแต˜หกแต—โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒหขแต–โฑโฟแต แตƒ สฐโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ สธแต‰หกแต–โ€ง "แดดแต‰สธ แต‰แตƒหขสธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แต‡แตƒแตˆหกสธ สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€ง" "แดผสฐ; หขแต’สณสณสธ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกแต‰แต— แตแต’โ€ง "แดตแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต— แตโฑแตˆโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สทโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰แตˆแตแต‰แตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แถœแต’โฟแต—โฑโฟแต˜แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแตƒแต— แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต˜โฟสณแต‰หกแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ'หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—หข แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ แต—แตƒหกแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ  หกโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰สณ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณแต‰หขแต—หขโ€ง "แต‚แต‰หกหก แดต แต’แต˜แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต‰แต— แตแต’โฑโฟแต; แตแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสธหข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— โฟแต’สทโ€ง "แดดแต’สท'หข สธแต’แต˜สณ หกแต‰แต แถ แต‰แต‰หก?" "แ”†แต—โฑหกหก แต‡แตƒแตˆโธด แต‡แต˜แต— โฟแต’แต— โฟแต‰แตƒสณหกสธ แตƒหข แตแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข สทสฐแต‰โฟ โฑ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แตแต’แต— โฑโฟสฒแต˜สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'หข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโ€ง "แดต'หกหก หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ สณแต‰หขแต— โฟแต’สท; หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– สทแต‰หกหก!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโธด หขแตแต’แต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆ หขสฐแต‰แต‰แต—หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต แต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'หข แต˜โฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑหข หกแต‰แตโ€ง แดณแต’โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต หขสฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต—แต‰ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰ แตˆสณแต’แต’หก'หข แถœแต’แตโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆสณโฑแต‡แต‡หกแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต–โฑหกหกแต’สทโ€ง แ”†แต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หข แถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แถ แต’สณ โฟแต’สท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข สณแต’แต’แต แต—แต’ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แตแต’สณแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€ง แดฎสธ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—โฑแตแต‰ หขสฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แถœสฐแต‰แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโธด สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต—แต’ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แต’โฟ แต–โฑหกหกแต’สท แตˆสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ สทโฑแต–แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต— แต’แถ แถ  แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แถ แตƒแถœแต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœโฑโฟแต โฑแต—โ€ง "แดต'แต แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต˜โฟสทสณแตƒแต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒโฟแตˆแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต‰แถœแต สธแต’แต˜สณ หกแต‰แตโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหข แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต˜โฟสณแตƒแต›แต‰หกหข โฑแต—โ€ง "แดตแต— แถ แต‰แต‰หกหข สทแต‰แตƒแต แต‡แต˜แต— แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต หขแต‰แต‰ แตแต’หขแต—หกสธ สฐแต‰แตƒหกแต‰แตˆ!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต‰หฃแถœหกแตƒโฑแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— หขแต—โฑหกหก แต‡แต‰ แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หกโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แต’หขแต—แต–แต’โฟแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สท; แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตแต’ สทแต’สณแต โฟแต’สณ แตแต’ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโธด สณแต’หกหกโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง "แดธแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜!"
new Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton karen plankton POV Karen Karen (SpongeBob) SpongeBob SquarePants (character) Mentioned SpongeBob SquarePants shake a leg
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13478844/1/I-Really-Do
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KAREN AND THE AUTISTIC JOURNEY iv (Autistic author) Sandy feels the full weight of her words crash down upon her. The accusations she had thrown at Plankton now felt like sharp stones in her own stomach. Her mind reels as she tries to comprehend what she had just learned. Autism? Plankton? How could she have been so blind, so cruel? Her gaze falls to the floor, avoiding Karen's. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice thick with guilt. "I didn't know." Karen nods, her own emotions swirling. "But we need to be more careful with him." Sandy's eyes are glued to the floor, her tail flicking nervously. "I didn't mean to hurt him," she says, her voice small and ashamed. "I just thought he was being weird." Karen nods, understanding. "I know," she says, her voice gentle. "But now we know better, and we have to help him." She moves towards the bedroom, her steps determined. "Let's go check on him." They enter the room quietly. Karen's optical sensors scan his tiny form, noticing the slight rise and fall of his chest. He's asleep, she realizes, exhausted from the emotional turmoil. Sandy's gaze follows hers, her expression a mix of regret and curiosity. She's never seen Plankton like this before, his features softer, almost peaceful in repose. "Is he okay?" she asks, her voice a whisper. Karen nods, her hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. "He's sleeping," she says, her voice filled with tenderness. "It's been a big day for him." Sandy steps closer, her gaze taking in Plankton's sleeping features. His face, usually twisted with plotting and schemes, is now slack with exhaustion. His eye, usually alive with cunning, is closed, and his breaths come in deep, even snores, his mouth slightly agape. "What do we do now?" Sandy asks, her voice hushed. Karen sits beside him on the bed, her hand still on his shoulder. "We help him," she says, her voice firm. "We learn about his autism and how we can support him." They spend the next few moments in silence, the air heavy with the weight of what has been said. Karen's hand continues to gently stroke Plankton's shoulder. Sandy sits down on the opposite side of the bed. Her gaze is fixed on Plankton, her thoughts racing. She had known him for so long, and yet she had never considered this possibility. "What does this mean for him?" she whispers, her voice filled with concern. Karen sighs, her hand still stroking Plankton's shoulder. "It means we'll have to make some changes," she says softly. "He'll need routines, and patience, and understanding." Sandy nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I can do that," she says, her voice filled with determination. "But what about... us?" Karen looks up, her gaze meeting Sandy's. "What do you mean?" she asks, her hand pausing in its soothing motion. Sandy swallows, her eyes still on Plankton. "Our friendship," she says. "How do we handle this without making him feel... different?" Karen nods, understanding her concern. "We just need to be there for him," she says. "He's still the same Plankton, just with some new challenges." They sit in silence for a moment, the only sound the rhythm of Plankton's snores. Sandy reaches out tentatively, her paw hovering over his arm. "Is it ok to touch him?" she asks. Karen nods. "Yes, Sandy. Just be gentle," she whispers. Sandy's paw touches Plankton's arm, her touch light and tentative. He stirs slightly, but doesn't wake. She leaves her paw there, offering comfort without intrusion. Karen watches them with a mix of love and fear for the future. Plankton's autism was still a mystery to them, a labyrinth they were just beginning to navigate. She knows it won't be easy, but she's determined to be by his side. "We're a team," she says, squeezing Plankton's shoulder. Sandy nods, her gaze never leaving Plankton's sleeping form. "A team," she repeats, her voice filled with resolve. For the first time since the diagnosis, the three of them are united in a common goal: to understand and support Plankton as he navigates his new reality. Sandy and Karen exchange a look, each one filled with a determination that mirrors the other. They've been friends through thick and thin, through Krabby Patty heists and jellyfish stings, and now they're facing a challenge none of them had ever anticipated. Sandy's paw remains on Plankton's arm, her touch steady and reassuring. Plankton stirred, his sleep disturbed by the unfamiliar weight of Sandy's paw on his arm. His eye fluttered open, and he was met with the sight of Sandy and Karen, their faces contorted with a mix of concern and confusion. He sat up quickly, his body jolting with fear. "Plankton, it's ok," Karen soothes, her hand reaching out to calm him. "You're safe." "Karen sad?" he asks, his voice cracking. Sandy's paw tightens on his arm, which makes Plankton feel uncomfortable enough to get him to snap at her. "What Sandy want?" he asks, his voice sharp, his body tense with anxiety. Sandy's eyes fill with tears. "I didn't mean to make you upset," she says, her voice shaking. "I just didn't know." Plankton's gaze flits between them, trying to read their expressions, but his brain struggles to interpret their complex emotions. "Karen sad?" he repeats, his voice a mix of fear and confusion. Karen's hand moves to cover Sandy's, her grip firm but gentle. "No, Plankton," she says, her voice soothing. "We're just concerned about you." Sandy takes a deep breath, forcing back her tears. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Plankton's gaze flickers between them, his mind racing to understand the situation. "No hurt," he says, his voice shaky. "Sandy say Karen sad. No sad." Karen's circuits pulse with a mixture of relief and sadness. "Sandy didn't mean it, Plankton," she says, her voice filled with compassion. "We're all just trying to understand what's happening." Sandy's eyes are cast down, her paws fidgeting in her lap. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, her voice heavy with regret. "I didn't know." She grabs Plankton in a hug, unaware of how the tight embrace might feel to him. Plankton stiffens, his senses getting overwhelmed. "No touch," he says, his voice tight. Sandy quickly releases him, her eyes wide with apology. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice trembling. "I just wanted to help." Karen nods, her gaze softening. "We all do," she says. "But we have to learn how to help in ways that don't overwhelm him." Plankton's eye darts around the room, with the need to regulate himself. He starts to rock in a rhythmic motion, a self-soothing behavior his new autism craves. The sensation of his own movements helps to calm the storm of thoughts and emotions swirling within him. Karen notices the change immediately and nods understandingly. "It's ok, Plankton," she says, her voice gentle. "You do what you need to do." Sandy watches, her curiosity piqued by the rhythmic rocking "What's he doing?" she asks, her voice hushed. Karen sighs, her gaze filled with understanding. "It's his way of self-soothing," she explains. "It's called stimming." Sandy's eyes widen, taking in Plankton's rhythmic rocks. "Stimming?" she repeats. "What's that?" Karen nods, her voice calm and patient. "It's a way for him to regulate his sensory input," she explains. "It helps him feel safe and in control." Sandy watches. He starts to hum, a low buzz that resonates in the quiet room, his way of finding comfort in the chaos of his thoughts. "It's ok," Karen whispers, her hand on his shoulder. "We're here." Plankton's eye lock onto her hand, the pressure of her touch offering a semblance of comfort. He starts to rock back and forth again. The movement calms him slightly. Sandy watches. She had never seen Plankton like this before. The sharpness of her words from earlier stings her now, as she realizes the depth of his distress. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice quiet. "I didn't know." Plankton's humming turns to a soft melody, his body still moving in a soothing pattern. The words echo in his head, a reminder of the world's expectations he can never quite meet. Sandy watches him, her own world now forever changed. She had always known Plankton to be eccentric, but this was different. This was real. Her mind reels with questions and fears. How would this affect their friendship? Could they ever return to the easy banter they once shared? Would he still be the same friend she had always known? But as she watches him stim, the reality of the situation starts to set in. Plankton was still Plankton, but with a new set of rules and a new way of seeing the world. Sandy makes a silent vow to learn those rules, to understand his world as much as he had tried to understand hers.
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BLUESCREEN Planktonโ€™s thoughts were elsewhere as he focused the lens. More than once, he had to stop and blink blurriness out of his vision or rub the sleep out of his eye. He hadnโ€™t slept regularly for days since heโ€™d woken up from a brief three-hour nap this time yesterday evening, which did little to help his exhaustion. And now, here Plankton was. Miserable, sleep-deprived, and half-crazed with conflicting thoughts, peering blearily into a telescope at an absurd hour of the night. Argh! He bumped his head hard against the telescope to keep that thought from solidifying. Running on so little sleep Plankton glanced warily He looked at Karenโ€™s darkened monitor for a moment with apprehension, expecting her to awaken from sleep mode and start in on him anew for sneaking around, but her screen remained dim. In response, a very loud whirring noise emitted from within her monitor, and Plankton tilted his head in confusion. Sheโ€™d never made a sound like that before. Plankton stared numbly. โ€œHoney bunch?โ€ his voice is small, quavering. The next day Krabs found out sheโ€™s in hospital. It's amazing how much information Bikini Bottom Hospital would give out over the phone. Just supplying his name and fudging a little about his relationship to the couple was enough for Krabs to get the gist of what had happened last night, even including some details that had been omitted from the short entry in the morning paper. He took careful notes as he spoke with the nurse. Karen's condition was critical. Plankton had been given a mild sedative upon his arrival with Karen at the hospital. Doctors found him inconsolable; a perfect nervous wreck. They'd taken one look at him and deemed him both too emotional and sleep-deprived to be of much help answering questions. A little sleep never hurt anybody so far as the doctors were concerned. If you asked them, it was for his own good. Plankton had been so tired that the low dosage sedative had knocked him out nearly instantly. He hadn't budged in hours, and doctors predicted he'd stay down until at least late that afternoon. Krabs asked about the Hospitalโ€™s visitation hours while they were on the subject. Heโ€™d wanted to swing by that morning, but if Plankton was finally catching up on some much-needed rest, maybe he should put off on the visit. The last thing he wanted was to disturb him. The hours rolled by slowly after those difficult phone calls, and Krabs found himself pacing his office restlessly as he allowed Plankton a little time to catch up on his zโ€™s. When the lunch rush started to wind down, Krabs retreated to his office. He placed another phone call to the hospital to see if Plankton was awake yet. The nurse confirmed that he was, and feeling better than he had been before when he first arrived last night. So Krabs arrived at their hospital room. Plankton was sitting close to the edge of Karen's wheeled bedside table. He lurched his head up off his hands with a funny-sounding snort; he mustโ€™ve been starting to doze off. Finally, Plankton spoke. His voice was tired. Resigned. โ€œOh hey Krabs.โ€ โ€œWanna stay with me tonight?โ€ Plankton was looking at Karen's monitor again, his antennae twitching in acknowledgment of Krabsโ€™s words. Plankton thought about this for only a few seconds. Clearly, Krabs had gotten through to him or recovering from his recent sleeplessness was making him more agreeable. At least the extra long rest did him some good. Plankton was thoughtfully quiet beside him in the passenger seat. He peered up over the door to the quiet, still nighttime flowers overhead as the night rushed by. Krabs stole a glance at him now and then as he drove. He stooped down, offering Plankton his claw so he wouldnโ€™t have to jump up the stairs. โ€œCome on. Let me show you your room while youโ€™re stayinโ€™ over.โ€ Plankton was sitting on the edge of Krabsโ€™s hammock. The fabric barely dipped underneath him. โ€œUh, hey Eugene,โ€ started Plankton as Krabs reached for the door. Krabs paused, with his back to him, listening. โ€œHmm?โ€ โ€œGoodnight.โ€ Krabs looked over his shoulder and gave him a small smile. โ€œGoodnight, Plankton.โ€ Next day Plankton glanced over his shoulder at him. Krabs was glad to see he looked rested, despite having stayed in a strange place overnight. โ€œMorninโ€™, Sheldon,โ€ returned Krabs. โ€œHowโ€™d ye sleep? Get any word from the hospital overnight?โ€ โ€œSlept okay, but not great. Strange place, you know? And no, not yet.โ€ Krabs went upstairs to get dressed for work. He was pleased to see that his bedroom was almost exactly as heโ€™d left it, other than the disturbed sheets where Plankton had slept the previous night. When he came back downstairs a few minutes later, Plankton was sitting on the couch with his chin resting on one hand, staring hard straight ahead with a thoughtful, worried look on his face.
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แดฎแตƒแตˆ แดบโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ 'แดตแต— โฑหข แตƒหกหก แตƒ สฐแต’แตƒหฃ; แตƒ แถ สณแต’โฟแต—!' 'แดธแตƒแต˜โฟแถœสฐโฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰!' 'แดต หขแตƒสธโธด สทแต‰ หขแต—แต‰แต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑแต!' แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแต’สณแตˆหข แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ สธแต‰แตƒสณหข หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ สณโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตโฑโฟแตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตแต‰แตแต’สณโฑแต‰หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขหกแต‰แต–แต— โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดโฑหข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—โฑสณสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— สฒแต˜หขแต— โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหกหกสธ แต—แต’หขหขโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดณแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โธด หขสฐแต‰ โฟแต’สท หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑโฟ แต›โฑหขโฑแต‡หกแต‰ แตˆโฑหขแต—สณแต‰หขหขโ€ง แดบแต’แต— สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกแต‰ สฐโฑแต หขสฐแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ หขโฟแตƒแต– สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สทสฐแตƒแต—แต‰แต›แต‰สณ โฑแต— โฑหขโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แตƒโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰สณ สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณโฑโฟแต สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ สทสฐแต’ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— หขแต—แต’แต–โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ฝ" แ”†สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แต‰หก แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แตƒโฟแตหกแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขสฐแต’แต’แต โฑแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต’สณแต—สฐโ€ง แดดโฑหข แตƒโฟแต—แต‰โฟโฟแตƒแต‰ แต—สทโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ? แต‚แตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–!" แดบแต’สท สฐแต‰ แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ หขโฟแตƒแต–แต–โฑโฟแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟโธด หกแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แตƒ แถœสณสธโ€ง "แดดแต‰สธ หกแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แตแต‰โธด สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐหขโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหข แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’สทโ€ง "แดตโปแดต'แต หขโปหขแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜'แต›แต‰ แตƒ แต‡แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณหขแต’แตแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" "แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแตƒหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตโปแดตโปแดตโปแดต แถ แต‰แต‰หก สทแต’สณสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง" "แดผสฐ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หข แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธโ€ง" "แดตโปแดต'แต โฟแต’แต— หขแต˜สณแต‰ โฑแถ โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ สฐแต’หกแตˆ แตสธ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—หข?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต’แถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แต แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒแถœแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ สฐแต’แต–แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หกแต˜หกหก แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแต หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต–สณแต‰แถ แต‰สณแตƒแต‡หกสธ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— แตƒโฟสธ หขแต—สณแต‰หขหขโ€ง แดดแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกแต‰แต— แตแต’ แต’แถ  สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ หขสฐแต‰ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แถ แตƒหกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ โฟแต’สท สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— แตƒโฟสธ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหขโ€ง โ•ฐ โœง ๏ฝฅ๏พŸโˆ™ โˆ— โ€” แดกแดส€แด… แด„แดแดœษดแด› โŸจ 2 1 6 โŸฉ
new karen plankton Dreams and Nightmares wordcount: 100-500 Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton krabs/plankton POV Karen watching someone sleep bad nightmare
แดดแต‰สณ แ”†แถœแตƒสณแต‰ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต— แตƒ แต—สณแตƒโฑหก แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡หกแต’แต’แตˆ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™หข แต‡หกแต‰แต‰แตˆโฑโฟแตโ€ง โ€œแ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ, แดต แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดผสฐ แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แดตโ€™แต หขแต’สณสณสธโ€ง แดดแต’สท แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€ฆโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต–โฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แต˜แต– โฑโฟ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหขโ€ง โ€œแ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ หกโฑหขแต—แต‰โฟ; สธแต’แต˜ หกแต’หขแต— แตƒ หกแต’แต— แต’แถ  แต‡หกแต’แต’แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œสธแต’แต˜โ€™สณแต‰ แตแต’แต’แตˆ, หขแต’ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰โ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แตƒแตˆแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒหกหก หกแตƒหขแต— แต‰แถ แถ แต’สณแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข สทโฑแถ แต‰โ€ง โ€œแดธแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ หขสฐแต˜แต— แต’แถ แถ  แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหกแตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰แตƒสณหข โ€˜แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โ€™ แถ สณแตƒโฟแต—โฑแถœแตƒหกหกสธ แต‡สธ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แต’สทโฟ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆสธโฑโฟแต หกโฑแตแต–หกสธ โฑโฟ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหข แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแต แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ; โฟแต’, สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–! แดถแต˜หขแต— แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰, แถ แต’สณ แตแต‰โ€ฆโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒแถœแต— แถ แตƒหขแต—โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แต สฐแต‰สณ หกโฑแถ แต‰หกแต‰หขหข สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ หกแตƒแต‡โ€ง โ€œสธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰โ€ฆโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต–แตƒแต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ สทสฐแตƒแต— แตโฑแตสฐแต— สฐแต‰หกแต–โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต–สณแต‰แต–แตƒสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แตแตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟแต‰ แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แต˜หขแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰โ€ง โ€œแดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต˜โฑหกแต— แตแต‰ แตƒ หขแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หกโฑแถ แต‰ หขแต’ โฟแต’สท หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต สธแต’แต˜สณ แต’สทโฟ หกโฑแถ แต‰ โฑโฟ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟแต‰สณสธ สทแต’สณสณโฑแต‰แตˆหกสธโ€ง โ€œแดต สฐแต’แต–แต‰ โฑแต— สทแต’สณแตหขโ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขหกแต’สทหกสธ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง โ€œแต‚แตƒ, สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แต’สฐ แตหกแตƒแตˆ สธแต’แต˜โ€™สณแต‰ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!โ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง โ€œแดถแต˜หขแต— แตโฟแต’สท แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€
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แต€สฐแต‰ แถœสณแตƒแตแต–หข โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แตƒหข แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ สฐแต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดฌหกหก แตสธ แตแต˜หขแถœหกแต‰หข แตƒแถœสฐแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดต แต—แต’หกแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต’แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สท!" แ”†สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท สฐแต’สท สทแต‰แตƒแต สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰แตแต‰แตˆ โฟแต’สทโธด แต‰หฃสฐแตƒแต˜หขแต—แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สณแต‰หขแต— แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตโปแดต'แต แต—โปแต—แต’ แต—โฑสณแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต แต‡แต˜แต— แต–แต˜หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต‡แตƒแถœแต สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต— แตƒ สธแต‰หกแต–โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข หขแต’แถ แต— แต‡แต‰แตˆ โฑแตแตแต‰แตˆโฑแตƒแต—แต‰หกสธโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตแตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต’สณ?" "แดตแต— สฐแต˜สณแต—โฑโฟโ€™ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—แต’ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแต’แต›แต‰โ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‰สธแต‰ หกโฑแตˆ แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐแต‰แตƒแต›สธโ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— แถ โฑแตสฐแต— โฑแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต˜แต— แต˜หขแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แตแต’โฑโฟแตโ€ง" แ”†สฐแต‰ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰แตˆ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แต แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต—โฑแตแต‰ สธแต‰แต—โ€ง สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‡แต’แตˆสธ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข หขแตƒสธโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ หขหกโฑแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆโ€ง แต€แต˜แถœแตโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฑโฟ โฟแต’สทโธด สฐโฑหข แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰ สณแต‰หกแตƒหฃแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ แถ  แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ หกแตƒแตแต–โ€ง แถ แตƒแถœโฑแตƒหก แถ แต‰แตƒแต—แต˜สณแต‰หข หขหกแตƒแถœแต หกแตƒหฃ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ แถ แต‰แต‰หก หกแต‰หขหข แต–แตƒโฑโฟโ€ง "แดฌหกหก แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง 'แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ' หขสฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰โฟแต—แตƒหกหกสธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แถ แต‰สณโ€ง ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ“
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KAREN AND THE AUTISTIC JOURNEY ii (Autistic author) The next morning, Karen woke up to find Plankton still asleep, his hand still clutching hers. She gently pulled her hand away and stood up. Plankton's snores echoed through the quiet room. Karen studied his peaceful expression, his features softer in sleep, and felt a surge of affection for the man she had married so many years ago. In the cold light of day, the reality of his condition settled in. He was different, but she would not let that change the way she saw him. As a robot, Karen understood the importance of adjusting to new situations, and this was no exception. As Plankton stirred, she quickly moved to his side, ready to face whatever challenges the day might bring. His eye opened, looking around the room before settling on her. "Karen," he said, his voice still flat, but with a hint of recognition. "Good morning, Plankton," she replied. This was their first day facing his autism together, and she had spent the night preparing. Plankton sat up, his eye locking onto hers. "Morning," he repeated. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if his brain was processing each action. "Would you like some breakfast?" she asked. He nodded. "No vault," he murmured, and she could see the beginnings of a frown. Karen nodded, knowing that his obsessions might become more pronounced. "It's okay," she said. "We don't need the vault." Plankton's eye searched her face, his expression unreadable. "No vault," he repeated, his voice rising slightly. "Good." Karen nodded. "Let's start the day," she suggested, trying to shift the focus. She led him to the tiny kitchen area, the smell of chum wafting through the air. Plankton followed her, his steps measured and precise. His gaze flitted around the room, taking in every detail. "Would you like eggs or chum?" she asked. "Both," he said, his voice clearer than before. Karen nodded, cracking an egg over the sizzling pan. Plankton sat at the table, rocking back and forth slightly. It was clear that his senses were heightened, every sound and smell more intense than before. "Here's your breakfast, Plankton," she said, placing the plate in front of him. His gaze fixated on the food, his eye narrowing as if studying a complex puzzle. "Thank you," he said, the words coming out mechanically. But as Karen stirred the chum and eggs together, something shifted in his demeanor. He stiffened in his chair, his rocking coming to an abrupt halt. "What's wrong?" she asked, noticing the sudden change. Plankton's eye grew wide. "No," he whispered, his voice strained. "Not together. Separate," he demanded, his voice growing more urgent. Karen paused, her circuits racing. "I'm sorry," she said gently. "I'll fix it." She carefully scraped the food onto two separate places, one with egg, one with chum. She placed it in front of him, hoping she was interpreting his needs correctly. Plankton stared. "Different plate," he murmured. "And a new spoon. And new eggs not touching new chum." Karen nodded, quickly moving to comply with his requests. She knew that routines and sensory preferences could be crucial for individuals with autism, and she wanted to make sure his first breakfast post-diagnosis was as comfortable as possible. She replicated his meal with meticulous precision, ensuring every detail was exactly as he had specified, ridding of the old food. The new plate was set before him, the eggs and chum neatly separated. Plankton's shoulders relaxed slightly. He picked up the spoon, his gaze intensely focused on the task at hand. Karen watched as he took a tiny bite in what seemed like pleasure. "Good?" she ventured. Plankton nodded, his eye not leaving the plate. "Good," he echoed, his voice still monotone. Karen observed him as he methodically ate his breakfast, each bite the same size, each chew lasting the same amount of time. It was fascinating and slightly disconcerting to watch the man she knew so well now engaging with the world in such a different way. Plankton's routine was always important, but now it had taken on a new level of significance. The clink of the spoon against the plate was the only sound in the room, the rhythm of it almost hypnotic. As Plankton finished his meal, his head snapped up, his gaze sharp and focused on her. "Karen," he said, his voice now clear and concise. "Yes, Plankton?" she replied, wiping down the counter. "Thank you," he said, his eye fixed on the now-empty plate. Karen nodded, taking the dishes to the sink. She could feel his eye on her as she moved about the room, the weight of his silence a stark contrast to his usual incessant chatter. She knew that autism would bring challenges, but she was determined to be there for him.
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NEUROBEHAVIORAL PLANKTON ii (Autistic author) The doctor stepped in, his tentacles moving gently as he spoke. "Mr. Plankton, it's important to stay calm. This is a big change. Can you tell me your name?" Plankton's gaze flicked from Karen to Dr. Kelp, his expression a mask of confusion. "I'm Plankton," he managed to say, his voice shaky. The doctor nodded, his tentacles still and calm. "Good. That's good, Mr. Plankton. Do you know where you are?" Plankton's eye darted around the room again, his breathing growing rapid and shallow. He looked down and then back up at Karen. "What's happening?" he repeated for the third time, his voice now a little more frantic. Karen's heart was in her throat. The doctor's explanation was beginning to take root in her mind, and she could see the stark reality of their situation. Plankton's repetition, his difficulty with understanding new surroundings and his increased sensitivity to soundโ€”these were all hallmarks of his new autism. The doctor continued his assessment. "Mr. Plankton, can you tell me your wife's name?" he prompted. Plankton's gaze shifted to Karen, his expression becoming more focused, as if her presence was the only familiar thing in the room. "Karen," he said, his voice softening slightly. The doctor nodded, making a note on his clipboard. "Good. Now, can you tell me what happened before you woke up?" Plankton's eye flitted back to Karen, searching for answers. He began to rock slightly, his body moving in a rhythmic motion, a common self-soothing behavior for those on the autism spectrum. Karen recognized it immediately but seeing it in Plankton was jarring. His gaze darted around the room, his pupil dilating with every new sound or movement. The doctor's tentacles were a blur of activity making notes. "Mr. Plankton, I see you're feeling You're almost ready to go back home with Karen." Dr. Kelp says calmly. "Just one more question, if you don't mind. Now, can you tell me if you have any pets?" Plankton's eye flitted around the room. "Pets? Spot! Yes, Spot. Amoeba puppy; Spot.." The doctor nodded, his tentacles still scribbling notes. "Very good, Mr. Plankton. It seems like your long-term memory is intact, which is a positive sign. Now Karen can take you home!" Karen felt a wave of relief crash over her, but it was tinged with the stark reality that their life was never going to be the same. Plankton's autistic mannerisms were now a constant reminder of the accidentโ€”his newfound need for routine, his heightened sensitivity to surroundings, and the way his eye would dance around the room as he tried to make sense of his environment. As they arrived home, the stark reality of their new life hit Karen like a wave. His once-quick steps had been replaced with a cautious shuffle, as if the very floor beneath him was unpredictable. Inside, Plankton was drawn to the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock, his eye fixated on the second hand's journey. Karen watched him. His newfound need for predictability was overwhelmingly apparent. "Let's sit down," she suggested, guiding him to their couch, which was now occupied by Spot. Plankton's gaze flitted around the living room, his eye alighting on his beloved amoeba puppy Spot. "Spot," he murmured, his voice tentative, as if unsure if his words would have the same effect they once did. The pup looked up at him, its blob-like form shifting slightly with excitement. But instead of the weariness Plankton has shown today, he joyfully watched Spot's movements. Karen felt a moment of warmthโ€” his love for Spot hadn't changed, nor their usual interactions. The doctor had told her that routines were vital for those with his condition. So, she decided to start their day with a familiar activity: breakfast. Plankton's eye lit up at the sight of the familiar kitchen. He took his usual seat at the table, his hands fidgeting with the napkin. Karen noticed his meticulous arrangement of his silverware, the way he lined up his plate and cup perfectly parallel to the edges. As she prepared their meal, she could feel his gaze on her, his eye darting between her and Spot, who was now playfully chasing his own tail in a loop around the living room. He began to hum a tune, his voice off-key and repetitive. Karen's with love despite the pain she felt. The clanging of pans was loud in the silence, making Plankton flinchโ€”this was going to be so much harder than she had anticipated. The doctor's instructions echoed in her mind: stick to routine, keep things simple. Karen set the breakfast plates down carefully, each item placed exactly where Plankton liked it. His eye grew wide as she slid his plate closer. He stared at the food for a moment, then picked up his spoon. The clink of metal on porcelain was like a gunshot to his heightened sensitivity. He dropped the spoon, his hands shooting up to cover his head in distress. "It's okay, sweetheart," Karen soothed, moving quickly to his side. She retrieved the spoon and set it aside, her hand trembling slightly. "You don't have to eat right now," she said softly, her voice a gentle caress against the tension in the room. Plankton nodded slightly, his breathing slowing as his hands uncovered his ears. He fidgeted in his chair, his eye darting to the ceiling as if searching for something. "Let's go read a book," Karen suggested, desperate to find anything that might calm his nerves. Plankton nodded slightly, his gaze still unfocused. He stood up carefully, his body moving with the precision of a man who knew his world had changed. As they approached the bookshelf, his eye caught a glint of metal from the corner of the room. The invention that had brought them here lay in a tangled heap, its wires and gears silent and ominous, giving him dรฉjร  vu. Plankton stopped, his body rigid, his gaze locked on the machine. He stared unblinking, his mind racing back to the crash. Karen notices his suddenly unmoving form and gets concerned. "Plankton?" she calls softly, but he doesn't react. His entire being seemed to be consumed by the wreckage of his former life. The invention, a testament to his former brilliance, now a grim reminder of the accident. "Plankton, honey," Karen's voice was barely a whisper as she tried to get him to talk. He didn't move. The invention, a tangled web of wires and gears, seemed to hold his gaze captive. It was the very machine that had caused this transformation. Karen followed his gaze, her heart sinking as she realized the source of his distress. "Let's go to another room," she suggested gently, her hand resting on his arm. But he didn't move. Karen felt the weight of the moment settle heavily on her shoulders. It was time to face the reality of their new life togetherโ€”a life where Plankton's once sharp wit and innovative spirit were now clouded by a disorder she was only beginning to understand. Her heart swelled with sorrow as she observed his interaction with the inanimate objects around him. The love she had for him remained unshaken, but the thought of what they had lostโ€”what he had lostโ€”was almost too much to bear. "Come on," she coaxed, her voice gentle as a lullaby. "Let's go to the living room. I'll read you a story?" Yet Plankton remains frozen. So Karen made a decision. She couldn't bear the thought of that accursed machine looming over them, a constant reminder of the tragic turn their lives had taken. With a fierce determination she hadn't felt in ages, she strode over to the invention and began to dismantle it, piece by painful piece. The metal clanked and clattered as she worked, her movements quick and sure, each part coming off with a satisfying crunch. Plankton's eye followed her, his expression unreadable. When the last piece was removed, his gaze lifted to meet hers, his eye filled with something that looked akin to gratitude. "Thank you, Karen," Plankton murmured, his voice a quiet rumble in the stillness of the now bare room. Karen paused in her task, her eyes meeting his with a surprised expression. This was the first time since the accident that he had spoken to her with anything other than fear or confusion. "You're welcome," she said, her voice choked with emotion.
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A JOURNEY TO AUTISM ii (Autistic author) His eye took a moment to focus on her, and when it did, she saw a flicker of confusion, followed by a glimmer of recognition. "Karen?" he repeated, his voice still faint. "Yes, it's me, Plankton. You're ok." But his gaze remained distant, his focus unsteady. "Where...where are we?" "We're at the hospital, sweetheart," Karen said softly, stroking his antenna. "You had an accident." The confusion in Plankton's eye grew, and he tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced him back down. "What kind of accident?" His voice was still weak, but there was an urgency to his words that hadn't been there before. Karen took a deep breath, her grip on his hand tightening. "Mr. Krabs...he hit you with a fry pan." The words tasted bitter but she had to tell him the truth. Plankton's eye widened slightly, and she watched as the puzzle pieces of the situation slowly clicked into place in his mind. "Krabby Patty," he murmured, his voice distant. "Yes, Plankton, you were trying to get the recipe again," Karen whispered, aching at the memory. "But it's over now. You need to rest." His eye searched hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of his old self, the cunning and ambitious man she had married. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a vacant stare. "Don't... don't remember," he mumbled, his antennas drooping. This wasn't the Plankton she knew, the one who schemed with a glint in his eye and a plan in his pocket. "It's ok, Plankton," she soothed, her voice trembling. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Do you remember me?" Plankton's gaze remained steady for a moment, and then he nodded slowly. "Karen," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. But the spark of recognition was tinged with confusion, as if he wasn't quite sure how he knew her. Karen's felt like breaking into a million tiny pieces. But she knew she had to stay strong. For Plankton. For them. "You don't remember what happened, do you?" she asked gently. "What else do you remember?" Plankton's antennas twitched slightly, his eye searching hers. "Don't know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen's chest tightened as she held back a sob. "It's ok," she reassured him, her voice shaky. "Do you remember your name?" she asked, her voice hopeful. He blinked slowly, his gaze fading in and out of focus, his brow furrowing as he concentrated. "Sheldon... Plankton?" The sound of his voice saying his own name brought a small smile to Karen's face. "Yes, that's right," she said, her voice filled with relief. "Do you remember where we live?" she continued, her tone gentle. Plankton's eye searched the ceiling of the hospital room, as if the answer was written there. "The Chum Bucket," he murmured, his voice unsure. Karen nodded, encouraged by his response. "Good, good," she said, smiling weakly. "What about our friends?" Again, the confusion clouded his gaze. "Friends?" he repeated, his voice tentative. "SpongeBob, Sandy...?" "Yes," Karen said, her voice soft. "Do you remember them?" Plankton's expression grew more distressed, his antennas drooping. "Square...SpongeBob. And a squirrel, yes?" He paused, trying to piece together the fragmented memories. Karen nodded, brimming with unshed tears. "Yes, SpongeBob SquarePants and Sandy Cheeks. They're friends." Plankton's antennas twitched as he processed the information, his brow furrowing with the effort. "Friends," he repeated, the word sounding foreign. Karen could see the gears turning in his tiny head, his brain desperately trying to make connections to his past. "Do you remember anything about your life before the accident?" Karen asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. Plankton's eye searched hers, uncertain. "Life...before?" Her heart sank. "You know, our adventures, our home, our love?" He stared at her, his expression unreadable. "Love?" The word was barely a whisper. "Yes, Plankton," she said, her voice cracking. "We love each other. We've been married for a long time, and we've had so many adventures together." She paused, willing the words to resonate with him, to ignite a spark of memory. "Do you remember any of that?" Plankton's gaze remained vacant for a moment before he nodded slightly. "Married," he murmured, as if tasting the word for the first time. "To Karen." His antennas lifted slightly, a glimmer of something familiar flickering in his eye. "Karen Plankton computer wife." "Yes, Plankton," Karen said, her voice thick with emotion. "Does that mean something to you?" she asked, her heart in her throat. He nodded slowly, his antennas waving slightly. "Computer wife," he murmured again, his voice gaining a hint of warmth. "Karen." Karen felt a flicker of hope. "Yes, Plankton, I'm your wife." She leaned closer, her voice gentle. "Do you remember anything about us?" Plankton's antennas twitched as he thought. "Wife," he said slowly, his voice a faint echo of the man she knew. "Wife...Karen. Married July 31, 1999." That was their wedding day, a date they had celebrated every year since. "Yes," she whispered, her voice choking. "We got married on July 31, 1999." The hospital room felt thick with silence as she waited for his next words. Plankton's eye searched the room, his antennas twitching as he tried to piece together the shards of his past. "Plankton, can you tell me about yourself?" Karen asked, her voice gentle. "What do you like to do?" Plankton's antennas twitched as he thought. "Invent," he said, his voice still weak but with a hint of pride. "Science?" The words came out as a question, as if he wasn't quite sure of his own identity. "Yes," Karen said, her voice brightening slightly. "You're a genius inventor. You've made so many wonderful things." She paused, hoping to see some spark of recognition in his eye. "Do you remember any of your inventions?" Plankton's antennas waved in the air, as if searching for the memories that remained elusive. "Inventions," he murmured, his single eye searching the ceiling. "Gadgets...machines." "That's right," Karen encouraged, squeezing his hand. "You've created so many amazing machines. Can you describe one of them?" He blinked, his antennas stilling for a moment. "Chum...Chum Dispenser 3000," he said, his voice picking up a bit. "It makes...makes food for fishies." Karen's smile grew despite the pain. The Chum Dispenser 3000 was one of his earlier inventions, a failed attempt to lure customers to their restaurant, but it was a testament to his ingenuity. "That's wonderful, Plankton," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "How about something more recent?" she prompted, eager to see how much of their shared history remained with him. Plankton's antennas twitched as his brain worked overtime. "Um... the Incredibubble," he said, his voice picking up speed as he talked. "It's a bubble that can shrink things down to microscopic size." Karen felt a jolt of excitement. "That's right!" she exclaimed, squeezing his hand. "You used it to get to find a secret plan." Plankton's gaze remained distant, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eye. "Computer... plan?" "Yes," Karen said, her voice shaking. "We've had so many adventures together, Plankton. We've faced so much together." He nodded, his antennas twitching slightly. "Together," he repeated, as if testing the word on his tongue. "Do you remember any of those adventures?" Karen asked, her voice trembling. "Adventures?" Plankton's eye flickered, and she could almost see the wheels turning in his mind. "With Karen... wife?" "Yes, with me. We've traveled the ocean, faced so many challenges together." The doctor came in. "You can go home now," he said. Karen nodded, never leaving Plankton's face. She had spoken to the doctor about his condition, about the autism, but she still wasn't sure how to process it all. How would their life change now? "Come on, Plankton," she said, helping him sit up gently. "Let's get you home." She buckles him into his side of the car, his newfound passivity making the usual struggle unnecessary. The engine of the tiny vehicle roars to life, and Karen guides them out of the hospital parking lot. The ride back to the Chum Bucket is quiet, the only sound being the hum of the car's engine and the occasional splash from the waves outside. Karen keeps glancing at Plankton, his antennas listless as he stares out the window. His mind seems to be somewhere else, lost in a world of his own making. When they arrive, she helps Plankton out of the car and supports him as they make their way to the door. The neon sign flickers in the gloom, casting erratic shadows across the sand. The once bustling environment now feels eerie and desolate. Karen's mind is racing with thoughts of how to make this place feel like home again for Plankton.
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TEETHIES ii The nurse dimmed lights and adjusted the bed, giving Plankton's body a chance to recover from the wisdom tooth surgery. Gently, Karen began to hum a tune she knew Plankton loved. The melody filled the room, wrapping around them like a warm blanket. His breathing grew a little easier, the tension in his hand loosening slightly. Plankton stirred, eye fluttering open to reveal a world still blurred by the fog of anesthesia. "Where... what...?" Plankton slurred. "Who... who are you?" "The dentist had to get your wisdom teeth out in surgery." Karen told him. "Wis...dommm...surgery? I don't...I don't remembe--- much." Plankton says. "Had to take them out. You've been asleep for a while." The nurse said. The door to the room creaked open to SpongeBob, his face a picture of concern. "Plankton!" he exclaimed. "How are ya?" Plankton, still groggy from the surgery, tried to form a coherent sentence. "S-SpongeBob," he slurred. "M-more wike... 'Arrr, matey' than usual, I s'pose." Karen rolled her pixel eyes. "It's the anesthesia." Plankton chuckled. "Ahoy ther- Spongey! Aye, it's awhโ€™ 'cause of tweasare... I mean, surgery," he corrected, his speech still swaying. "You two are always so... " Karen trailed off, searching for the right word. "Inseparabubble?" Plankton suggested. Sponge Bob's laughter bubbled up again. "You mean, no Krabby Patty stealing schemes?" "Thath's righ'. No mow... Krabby... Patties... fow awhile." The words came out in a drawn-out slur, his head lolling slightly on the pillow. "Thath's... wath I wath thhinking," his speech still slurred but fading as his eyelid growing heavy. "Arr, thith... thith way, me... hearty," Plankton mumbled, as the nurse helped 'em into the car. "Arr, me... tweasuwe... home,". Sponge Bob watched his eyelid grew heavier. Plankton's head lolled back against the seat and his mouth fell open slightly, emitting a soft snore. "He's gonna be out for a bit," Karen said, glancing in the rearview mirror. "The anesthesia usually takes a few hours to wear off completely. He'll be fine." He reached out and gently patted Plankton's arm, whispering, "Don't worry, buddy. We're almost there." "We're home, Plankton," Karen said, her voice a gentle nudge. Sponge Bob turned to see Plankton's chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths, his mouth open in snore's. His usually scheming eye were shut tight. Karen carefully opened the door. Sponge Bob looked at Plankton, who was still out cold. Sponge Bob leaned over the seat, his arms wrapping around Plankton's frail body. Plankton's head lolled back, his mouth still open in snore's. "Should we... should we wake him?" "Let him rest, Sponge Bob. He's had a rough day." Karen puts him on the couch. "Do you think he'll... you know, remember any of this?" Sponge Bob asked, his voice low and tentative. Karen's smile was a gentle wave. "I doubt it. The anesthesia usually wipes out memories for a bit." "Rest well, honey," she whispered, kissing his forehead. "You've had a long day." Suddenly Plankton stirs in his sleep, his snores morphing into a groan as he shifts beneath the blanket. "Is he okay?" SpongeBob asks. "He's okay," she nods, her voice a gentle lullaby in the stillness. "Just anesthesia wearing off." She stood by him. "Easy, Plankton," Karen cooed, gently rubbing Plankton's back. "You're okay." The little villain's body twitched, and his eye fluttered open. For a brief moment, confusion clouded his gaze before he spotted Sponge Bob and Karen. "W-wha... whass happening?" Plankton's words were slurred, his lisp more pronounced than ever. "You're home, Plankton. You had wisdom teeth removed." "W-what? Did I miss... somefink?" He tried to sit up, his body moving as if through syrup. "You've been out for a bit," Karen said. "But you're home now." Plankton blinked. "Home?" he mumbled. "Yes, sweetie," Karen said, her voice a gentle caress. "You had your wisdom teeth out. You're going to be fine." "Oww... whaโ€™ happened to my mouf?" "Your wisdom teeth were out." "Oh... wight," he murmured. "Need anything?" "Could... could I have some... ice... cweam?" His voice was a whispered plea. They get him some. "Thath's... thoothing. So, how'd I get home?" "Karen and I brought you back," Sponge Bob said. "You were out cold. Didn't even wake up when we carried you in." "Did... did you two... take care of me?" His voice was a mix of surprise and vulnerability. "Of course, Plankton!" He turned to Plankton. "Want me to pick something to watch?" "Mm-hmm," Plankton mumbled, eye already closing again. Sponge Bob flicked through the tv channels, finally settling on a rerun of their favorite show, "Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy." The familiar theme song filled the room, and Karen took a seat next to Plankton on the couch, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. As the adventure unfolded on the screen, Plankton's breathing grew deeper and more regular, his body gradually relaxing into the cushions. "Looks like he's out again," Karen said softly. Sponge Bob nodded, watching Plankton's chest rise and fall rhythmically. "Guess the surgery really took it out of him." The room grew quiet, save for the distant laugh track of their favorite show and the occasional snore from Plankton. Karen's hand remained on his shoulder, her thumb tracing small circles. At night, turning the tv off, Spongebob picked Plankton up, cradling him. His friend's head lolled back, his mouth slightly open in a peaceful snore. Sponge Bob carefully made his way to his bed, setting him down. He pulled the blanket up to Plankton and gave him a soft pat. They both settled into the makeshift beds they had set up next to Plankton's. The next morning, both woke up before Plankton. Karen chuckled. "We should take a picture." Spongebob snapped a picture of Plankton, still asleep with his mouth slightly open, a trail of drool escaping onto the pillow. "Morning, Captain Snores-a-lot," Sponge Bob whispered with a smirk, rousing Plankton. Plankton's eye opened, only to wince. "Oww... wath... what's happening?" "It's morning, Plankton," Karen said, her tone still gentle. "Look your post-surgery glamour shot," Spongebob teased, holding the phone out of reach. "You were out cold last night." Plankton's eye widened as he took in the image. "You... you took a picture of me?!" He was half horrified, half amused. "Couldn't resist," Karen said, grinning. Plankton rolled his eye and wiped his mouth, then winced. "How wong hav- I been out?" "Overnight," Sponge Bob said, unable to hold back a chuckle. "You had quite the ride home yesterday." Plankton groaned, his hand reaching up to gingerly touch his swollen cheek. "Whath happened?" "You had your wisdom teeth out," Karen reminded him, her voice filled with a touch of amusement. "It's normal to be a bit out of it after surgery." "Wisdom teeth?" Plankton echoed, his voice still groggy. "Oh, wight. The dentist." Karen chuckled. "Yeah, you don't remember much, do you?" Sponge Bob leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You talked like a pirate all the way home, matey." Plankton's eye widened in horror. "I did what?" Sponge Bob nodded. "Yeah, you kept calling me 'Spongey' and said we were 'inseparabubble'." Plankton blushed. "Oh, come on," he mumbled, trying to hide his face in the pillow. Sponge Bob and Karen shared a knowing look, their laughter subsiding into a comfortable silence. They could both tell that despite his tough exterior, Plankton was a bit embarrassed. Plankton sighed, his small body sinking deeper into the pillows. "Okay, okay," he conceded. "But if I don't get to do anything, can I at leash wash TV?" "Of course," Karen said, handing him the remote. "But take it easy today, okay?" With a groan, Plankton managed to sit up, his hand still tentatively exploring his tender cheeks. He squinted at the TV, searching for something to watch. His eye lit up when he found a science fiction marathon. "Jackpot," he murmured.
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AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY vi (Autistic author) "Why don't we stay in, Plankton?" Sponge Bob suggested, noticing his friend's lingering anxiety. "We can still have fun." Plankton's antennae twitched slightly as he considered the proposal. The thought of going outside was overwhelming. "Okay," he agreed, his voice soft. "Inside." Sponge Bob nodded, his smile reassuring. "How about a board game?" he offered. Plankton's antennae twitched in consideration. "Game," he echoed, his voice tentative. Sponge Bob's smile grew. "Yeah! Which one do you want to play?" Plankton's antennae perked up at the mention of something familiar. "Game," he murmured, his voice a little more steady. "Choose." Sponge Bob beamed at him, happy to see his friend willing to participate. He picked a simple game of checkers from the shelf, knowing it would be less overwhelming than the loud, bright electronic games that Plankton had once enjoyed. Plankton's antennae quivered with excitement as Sponge Bob set up the board, his eyes fixated on the red and black pieces. "Checkers," he murmured, his voice filled with anticipation. Sponge Bob nodded, placing the checkers in their starting positions. "You go first," he said, his voice calm and steady. Plankton's antennae quivered as his eyes focused on the board. He picked up a black piece, his hand shaking slightly. "Checkers," he whispered to himself, echoing Sponge Bob's words. He placed it with precision on the board. Sponge Bob watched him. "Good job, Plankton," he said, his voice soothing. "You're doing great." Plankton's antennae twitched with each word, echoing the comfort. "Great," he murmured, his gaze never leaving the checkers. He moved a piece, his mind working quickly to calculate his next move. The repetitive nature of the game was calming, a familiar rhythm that helped him find a moment of peace in the chaos. "Checkers," he said again, his voice a little more stable. The game was a dance of strategy, and it was a dance Plankton had always loved. But now, it was more than thatโ€”it was a lifeline. The game continued, the quiet clicks of the pieces moving across the board providing a soothing rhythm to the otherwise silent room. Plankton's antennae stayed mostly still, only twitching when he felt the need to move a piece. His eye flitted from the board to Sponge Bob and back again, seeking reassurance that he was doing this right. Sponge Bob watched him, his face a mask of concentration, his spongy body still. "Your turn, Plankton," he said, his voice calm and steady. Plankton nodded, his antennae quivering slightly as he reached for a piece. He moved it with careful deliberation, his gaze never leaving the board. "Good move," Sponge Bob said, his voice a gentle encouragement. Plankton's antennae twitched in response, his eyes lighting up for a moment. "Good move," he repeated, his voice echoing Sponge Bob's tone. The words comforted him, a familiar refrain in a world that had become unpredictable. Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes never leaving Plankton's. "Your turn," he prompted gently. Plankton's antennae quivered as his hand hovered over the board. "Good move," he murmured, echoing Sponge Bob's words from moments before. His eyes focused intently on the board, his mind racing to find the perfect place for the checker. The echo of their shared phrase was like a soft lullaby in the quiet room, a gentle reminder of their longstanding friendship. Sponge Bob noticed the comfort it brought to Plankton, the way his body relaxed slightly with each repetition. "Good move," Sponge Bob said again, his voice soft and encouraging. Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye focusing on the board. He moved a piece, whispering "good move" under his breath. Sponge Bob watched him, his expression a mix of wonder and concern. Plankton had always been so sharp, so quick-witted, and now, his brain was navigating a new kind of maze. But in this moment, as the game progressed, it was clear that Plankton's strategic mind was still sharp. His moves were calculated, precise. He was winning, and Sponge Bob could see the pride in his tiny friend's eye. Sponge Bob felt a swell of happiness as Plankton's antennae quivered with excitement. "King me," he murmured, placing his checker on the board's edge. Sponge Bob did so, his heart swelling with pride for his friend. "You're really good at this," he said, his voice gentle. Plankton's antennae curled with satisfaction. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice a little more stable now. Sponge Bob watched as Plankton placed the kinged piece back on the board, his eyes never leaving the game. The tension in the room had dissipated, replaced by the rhythmic exchange of checkers and echoing affirmations. "Good move," Plankton murmured again, his voice a testament to his focus. His antennae quivered slightly as he anticipated Sponge Bob's next play. Sponge Bob studied the board, his yellow brow furrowed. He knew that Plankton had always been smart, but this was something elseโ€”a silent, intense concentration that seemed to have taken over his friend's tiny form. With a soft click, he moved his piece, watching as Plankton's antennae followed the move, his eye calculating. Plankton's response was swift and confident, his antennae barely twitching. "Good move," Sponge Bob said, echoing Plankton's words. He felt a sense of awe as Plankton countered with a move that won the game. Sponge Bob's cheer was sudden, his spongy hands slapping together with joy. "You did it, Plankton!" he exclaimed. Plankton's antennae shot up, his body stiffening at the unexpected noise. His eye grew wide, the world around him seeming to shrink for a moment as he was jolted out of his focused trance. Sponge Bob's cheer had unintentionally startled him, his sudden movement a stark contrast to the calm rhythm of the game. "Sorry, Plankton," Sponge Bob apologized, quickly lowering his voice, his expression softening. "I forgot." Plankton took a deep breath, his antennae slowly lowering. Sponge Bob watched him closely, his own excitement dimming in the face of his friend's distress. "It's ok," he whispered. "You won, Plankton." Plankton's antennae gradually stilled, his breathing slowing down. He nodded, his voice small. "Won," he murmured, his eye refocusing on the board. Sponge Bob's smile faltered, his heart heavy at the sight of Plankton's distress. He knew his cheer had been too much, too soon. "Sorry," he whispered, his hand hovering above the board, unsure if he should clean up the pieces or not. Plankton's antennae quivered, his gaze lingering on the game. "Enough checkers." Sponge Bob nodded, his expression understanding. "Okay, Plankton," he said, his voice gentle. "Let's do something else." Plankton's antennae twitched slightly as he considered his options. "Movie?" he suggested, his voice tentative. Sponge Bob's eyes lit up. "Yea! What do you want to watch?" Plankton's antennae twitched. "Simple story," he murmured, his voice still shaky. "No loud noises." Sponge Bob nodded eagerly, quickly searching through the DVDs for a film that would be comfortable for his friend. "How about 'The Great Snail Race'?" he suggested, holding up the case. Plankton's antennae twitched with consideration. The film was a classic, a story of endurance and friendship, and his brain processed the quiet nature of the plot. "Yes," he murmured. "Snail Race." Sponge Bob's smile grew as he inserted the DVD into the player. The familiar tunes of the opening credits filled the room, and Plankton's antennae swayed gently to the rhythm, his body visibly relaxing into the soft cushions of the couch. Karen watched from the sidelines, her eyes misty with relief. Sponge Bob had always known how to reach Plankton in a way she couldn't. His simple, understanding nature seemed to break through the barriers that autism had constructed around his friend. Sponge Bob pressed play, the screen flickering to life. The soft light from the TV cast a glow, Plankton's eye fixed on the snails that began to race across the screen. Sponge Bob sat next to Plankton. He knew he had to tread carefully, to be a source of comfort without overwhelming his friend. As the snails moved slowly across the screen, Plankton's antennae stilled, the story's gentle pace a balm to his overstimulated mind. The movie's quiet humor elicited a small chuckle from Plankton, a sound that was music to Karen. She watched from the kitchen doorway. Sponge Bob had always been there for Plankton, and was grateful for his unwavering support.
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GREAT CHIP vi (Autistic author) Plankton's antennae twitched, his face etched with lines of fatigue. "It's not that I don't want your affection," he said, his voice hoarse. "I just need it in a way that doesn't make me feel... like I'm in a minefield." Chip's eyes searched his dad's, his mind racing to understand. "How do you mean?" he asked, his curiosity genuine. Plankton took a deep breath, his antennae twitching as he searched for the right words. "It's like... sometimes, a simple touch can feel like an electric shock," he began, his voice strained. "Or like I'm being smothered by a heavy blanket of sound." Chip's eyes widened, trying to comprehend. "But you've always hugged mom," he said, his voice filled with confusion. Plankton's antennae drooped slightly. "It's different with your mother," he explained, his voice a little less strained. "She knows me, she knows my limits. And she's... patient." He paused, his eye flickering with something resembling sadness. "But others, it's..." Chip leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "What about others?" he asked gently. Plankton's antennae twitched, his expression tightening. "With others, it's... unpredictable," he said, his voice a mix of frustration and resignation. "Some days I can handle a pat on the back, and others, it's like being stabbed." Chip's eyes widened, his hand instinctively moving to his chest. "It's that intense?" he whispered. Plankton nodded, his antennae waving slightly. "Some days are worse than others," he said, his voice soft. "But when it's bad, it feels like I'm being bombarded from all sides. It's...overwhelming." Chip's brow furrowed as he tried to imagine the intensity his dad described. "What can I do to make sure I don't hurt you?" he asked, his voice earnest. Plankton's antennae perked up slightly, his eye searching Chip's face. "Just be mindful," he said, his voice softer than before. "Watch for my cues. If I look overwhelmed, if I flinch, just...give me space." Chip nodded, his eyes never leaving his dad's. "What are the cues?" he asked, eager to learn. "How do I know when you're in that 'minefield'?" Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye searching for the right words. "Well, my antennae might twitch a lot, I might get really quiet, or I might get louder. It's different every time." Chip nodded, his eyes never leaving Plankton's face. "So, if you're in that 'minefield', I should just...?" "You can be there," Plankton finished for him, his antennae still. "But not too close. Make sure to get your mother." Chip nodded, his mind racing with the new information. He'd always known his dad was special, but this was a new kind of understanding. "What about sounds?" he asked, his voice tentative. "What noises set you off?" Plankton sighed, his antennae twitching slightly. "It's not just about the loudness," he began, his eye searching the ceiling as if for an answer. "It's more about the pitch, the suddenness. Like when you scratch or drop something.." Chip's eyes grew wide with realization. "Oh," he murmured. "So, it's like a surprise attack?" Plankton's antennae nodded. "Exactly," he said, his voice sounding a bit less strained. "But it's not just about the sounds themselves. It's about how my brain interprets them." Chip leaned in, his eyes filled with curiosity. "But how did you get it, Dad?" he asked, his voice soft. "Was it from something you caught or something that happened?" Plankton's antennae waved in frustration. "It's not like that," he said, his voice sharp. "I was born with it. It's just the way my brain is developed, and it's not like getting a cold!" His eye was intense, his voice rising. Chip's eyes widened, taking in his father's outburst. Plankton took a deep breath, his antennae dropping slightly. "I know you didn't mean it like that," he said, his voice softer. "But it's important to understand that it's not something I can just get over. It's a part of how I am." Chip nodded, feeling the weight of his father's words. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely audible. "I..." Plankton's antennae waved gently, his eye softening. "It's okay," he said. "I know you didn't mean to upset me. It's just...it's a lot to explain." Chip nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. He knew his dad wasn't mad at him, but it was still hard to see him so upset. Plankton's eye searched his son's face, the anger slowly fading into something softer. "Look," he said, his voice low. "I know it's a lot to take in, but I need you to know that I l-love you." Chip felt a tear slide down his cheek. "I love you too, Dad," he managed to say, his voice choking with emotion. "But I don't want you to be in pain." Plankton's antennae waved gently, his expression a mix of love and sorrow. "I know," he said. "And that's why we're talking about this. So you can understand, so you know." Chip sniffled, trying to hold back his tears. "But why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked, his voice small. Plankton's antennae drooped, his face etched with regret. "I was afraid," he admitted. "Afraid that you'd think I was broken. That you'd... not love me the same. And I don't usually like to talk about it to much." Chip felt his heart ache. "Dad," he said, his voice steady despite his emotions. "I could never think of you as broken. You're the smartest person I know. And you're my hero." Plankton's antennae perked up slightly at the words, his eye filling with warmth. "But you don't see me like that when I'm... in that state," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "You stared at me like I'm to be feared." Chip's eyes widened, a look of horror crossing his face. "Dad, no!" he exclaimed. "I didn't mean to!" Plankton's antennae drooped, his expression one of defeat. "It's okay, Chip," he said, his voice resigned. "It's hard to explain. It's not like I can control it." Chip nodded, his mind racing with questions and fears. He knew his dad wasn't broken, but he wished there was something he could do to ease his pain. "What happens when you're in that state?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye closed as he tried to explain. "It's like my brain's in a whirlwind, and I can't get out," he said. "Everything's spinning, and I can't focus on anything." "But why do you get so upset when it happens?" he pressed. Plankton took a deep breath, his antennae stilling. "Because I don't know what's happening," he said, his voice strained. "And when it's over, I don't remember." Chip's eyes searched his dad's, his heart breaking for him. "But why don't you remember?" Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye opening slightly. "It's like waking up from a deep sleep," he murmured. "I know I've been somewhere, but the details are always fuzzy." Chip nodded, trying to imagine his dad's world. "What do you see?" he asked, his voice filled with awe. Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye focusing on a spot on the wall. "It's like...colors and shapes," he said, his voice distant. "They're all swirling around, so fast that I can't make sense of them." Chip's eyes grew wide with wonder. "Is it like a kaleidoscope?" he asked, his voice filled with awe. Plankton's antennae twitched slightly, his eye opening a bit wider. "In a way," he murmured. "But it's more... dis..." The door to the room creaked open, interrupting his thought. Karen stepped in, her eyes darting between Chip and Plankton. The tension in the air was palpable, but she offered a small smile of encouragement. "Chip, Plankton; how long have you been up?" Chip glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "A while, Mom," he said, his voice thick with the weight of their conversation.
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SHELF IMPROVEMENT vi (Autistic author) Karen rummaged through the game drawer, her hands shaking slightly. She pulled out a game of memory matching, thinking the simple task might help him focus. She placed it on the coffee table in front of them, spreading the cards out. "It's your turn," she said, her voice calm. Plankton nodded. He stared at the cards, his eye flickering from one to the next. Karen watched. Would he be able to play? Would he understand the simplicity of matching pictures? He reached out with his tiny hand, paused, gaze focused on a card with a picture of a fish. Then, with a quick movement, he flipped it over. The card was a match. "Fish," he whispered, a smile creeping onto his lips. Karen felt a weight lift from her chest. He had done it, he had understood the game. Her eyes filled with tears as she matched the next card. "Good job, Plankton," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "You found the match." He nodded, his antennae twitching with excitement. "Fish," he said again, his smile growing wider. "Fish, Karen." Karen felt a warmth spread through her, seeing a glimpse of the Plankton she knew, the one who loved puzzles and challenges. "Yes, Plankton, you're doing great." Suddenly, their son Chip came home from a camp trip. The door slammed, and Plankton shot up. His eye widened in fear. Karen quickly placed her hand on his back, trying to soothe him. "It's okay, Plankton," she whispered. "It's just Chip coming home." Plankton's antennae twitched as he processed the information. "Chip," he murmured, his voice quavering. "Home." Chip sees his dad but doesn't know of the acquired Autism. "Dad!" He yelled excitedly, running to him with a tight embrace of a hug. But it proves to be too much for Plankton. The sudden jolt of noise and movement sent Plankton into a spiral of overstimulation. His body convulsed, and he shook, his tiny form wracked with seizures as Karen watched helplessly as Chip only held Plankton tighter. "Chip, no!" she screamed, her voice breaking. She jumped up from the couch. "Gently, gentle!" But it was too late. Plankton's body was a blur of spasms, his eye rolled back. Karen knew this autistic response; this is sensory overload. "Chip, let go!" Karen shouted, her voice desperate. But Chip, not understanding his father's condition, only held on tighter. "Dad, are you okay?" But Plankton's body continued to convulse violently, his tiny limbs flailing. Karen's mind raced, recalling her research on autism and its sometimes intense physical responses. She had to act fast. Gently but firmly, she pried Chip's arms from Plankton's trembling body and lowered his father to the floor. "Chip, sweetie, I need you to step back," she instructed, her voice shaking. Chip's eyes were wide with fear. "Dad.." he stuttered, trying to reach for Plankton. "Chip, please," Karen pleaded, her voice tight. "Just go to your room for a bit. I need to take care of Dad." With a tearful nod, Chip stepped back, his screen never leaving his father's convulsing body. Karen turned her attention back to Plankton. "Shh," she soothed, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, it's okay." Her voice was a gentle lullaby, trying to anchor him in the chaos. But Plankton's body continued to shake from the lingering sensation of Chip's touch. Karen knew she had to move quickly. She grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it beneath his head, trying to reduce the risk of injury. The seizure lasted a few more seconds, his antennae quivering wildly. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it started to gradually fade. Plankton's body went limp, his breaths shallow and quick. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice shaky with relief. "You're okay." Plankton's antennae twitched, and his eye flitted open. He looked up at Karen, confusion and fear etched on his face. "Karen?" he murmured, his voice weak. "I'm here," she said soothingly, stroking his back. "You had a reaction to Chip, Plankton. It's okay now." His antennae stilled for a moment as he focused on her voice. "Chip," he repeated, his gaze distant. "Too much." Karen nodded. "I know, Plankton. I'll explain to Chip. He didn't mean to scare you." She could hear Chip's sobs from his room, the sound piercing the silence of the living room. Plankton's antennae moved slightly. "Chip," he murmured. "Not mad." Karen felt a knot loosen in her chest. "No, Plankton," she whispered. "Chip's not mad, honey. He loves you, just like I do." Plankton's antennae twitched as he processed her words. "Love," he murmured, his gaze finding hers. "Karen loves Plankton. Chip loves Plankton." Karen nodded, swiping at her tears. "Yes, we both love you so much," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "We're going to help you through this." Plankton's eye searched her face, his expression unreadable. "Help," he whispered. "Karen helps." Karen's chest tightened with the weight of his trust. She knew this was just the beginning, that their lives had shifted in a way she had never anticipated. But she was determined to be his rock, to navigate this new reality with patience and love.
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A JOURNEY TO AUTISM vi (Autistic author) Sponge Bob's heart swells with compassion. "It's ok, Plankton," he says, his voice gentle. "We don't have to play anymore." Plankton's antennas drop, and he nods slowly. "No fish," he repeats, his voice a sigh of relief. Sponge Bob's hand freezes in mid-air, his eyes searching Plankton's face for any sign of anger or disappointment. But all he sees is a glimmer of understanding in his friend's eye. "Thank Sponge Bob for being patient." Plankton says to him. Sponge Bob nods, his eyes still filled with concern. "I'll be patient, Plankton," he promises. "Can I ask how you hit your head?" Plankton's antennas lift slightly. "Pan," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "Fry pan, Mr. Krabs. Only Karen and SpongeBob know." Sponge Bob's eyes widen with shock. "What?!" he exclaims. "Mr. Krabs hurt you?" Plankton nods, his antennas still low. "Pan," he repeats, his voice shaking. "Pan," he says again, his voice softer. "Krabs hit on head." Sponge Bob's anger towards Mr. Krabs is immediate and intense. "I can't believe he'd do that to you," he says, his voice low and teary. "Mr. Krabs did to protect the krabby patty." Karen interjects quickly, sensing the tension. "He doesn't know how badly he hurt Plankton." Sponge Bob's eyes narrow, his thoughts racing. He can't believe Mr. Krabs could do something like that, even in the heat of the moment. "I'll talk to Mr. Krabs," he says firmly, his voice laced with determination. "He needs to know what..." "No!" The sharpness of Plankton's voice cuts through the air like a knife, his antennas shooting up in alarm. "Mr. Krabs no," he says, his eye wide with fear. "No tell." Sponge Bob's anger fades slightly, replaced by confusion. "Why not?" he asks, his voice gentle. "He needs to know so he can understand.." Plankton's antennas quiver anxiously. "Krabs not know," he whispers, his eye pleading with Sponge Bob. "Safe here." Sponge Bob's confusion deepens. "But Plankton, if Mr. Krabs doesn't know, how will he make it up to you?" Plankton's antennas droop, his eye darting back and forth between Karen and Sponge Bob. "No make up," he murmurs. "Just no satisfaction for Krabs." Sponge Bob's mind spins with the implications. He knows Mr. Krabs would never hurt anyone that much intentionally, even Plankton; but the thought of his boss not knowing the extent of his actions troubles him. "I won't tell him," Sponge Bob says, his voice soft with reassurance. But of course, Mr. Krabs comes in. "What in the name of Neptune are ye doing? I gave ye the day off yesterday!" "The Krusty Krab is closed on Sunday, and it's Sunday today." SpongeBob reminds his boss. "Oh, right." Mr. Krabs looks at Plankton and his eyes narrow. "What's going on here?" he asks, suspicion heavy in his voice. Plankton's antennas droop even lower, and he looks down at the floor. Plankton speaks first. "Go fish," he whispers, his eye darting up to meet Mr. Krabs'. Sponge Bob steps in quickly, trying to cover for his friend. "We were just playing a game," he says, forcing a smile. Mr. Krabs eyes them both skeptically. "Well, I hope it wasn't about stealing me secret formular," he says, his claws tapping nervously. "No, Mr. Krabs," Sponge Bob says quickly, "just a friendly game." Plankton's antennas twitch slightly at the mention of the Krabby Patty formula, but he remains silent. Mr. Krabs' eyes narrow further. "What's wrong with you, Plankton?" he asks, his voice filled with concern and a touch of irritation. "You're acting strangely quiet even for you." Plankton's antennas quiver. Sponge Bob's heart paces. He doesn't want to betray Plankton's trust. "It's nothing," Plankton says, his voice forced. "Just a little game, Krabs wanna play." "Fine I'll play, but I got my eye on ye, Plankton." Mr. Krabs says, his tone still suspicious as he sits down to join them. Sponge Bob's eyes dart to Karen, who gives a nod of understanding. They'll keep the secret and hope Mr. Krabs doesn't figure it out. "Let's play Uno!" Sponge Bob says, getting out the new card game, dealing the cards. Plankton's antennas perk up at the mention of a new game, and he eagerly takes his cards. Mr. Krabs grumbles but plays along, eyeing Plankton carefully. Then, it happens. Mr. Krabs slaps a card down on the pile and excitedly yells, "Uno!" Plankton's antennas shoot straight up, and his eye widen with sensory overload. Sponge Bob's concerned, but Mr. Krabs is too busy gloating to notice. "Yee-haw!" he crows. "I win again!" Plankton's antennas quiver as he tries to process the sudden loudness and change in the atmosphere. Mr. Krabs looks at him, his expression puzzled. "What's the matter, Plankton?" he asks, his voice laced with disdain. "Lost your competitive spirit?" Sponge Bob's eyes widen. "Plankton's just excited, Mr. Krabs," he says quickly. "Isn't that right, Plankton?" Plankton's antennas wave erratically, and his voice is a mix of fear and confusion. "Yes, Krabs," he stammers, his eye darting around the room. "Uno. Fish. Yes." Mr. Krabs looks at him oddly but shrugs it off, his attention already returning to the game. "Alright, let's keep playing," he says, dealing out more cards. But Plankton's mind is elsewhere, his antennas twitching with the effort to keep up. "Fish," he murmurs to himself, trying to find a familiar word. His hands shake as he holds his cards, the world around him a cacophony of sensory overload. Sponge Bob notices Plankton's distress and quickly changes the topic. "Hey, Mr. Krabs, have you ever played Chess?" Mr. Krabs' eyes light up. "Chess? The game of kings and conquers!" he exclaims. "I'd love a round!" SpongeBob gets the chess game. The chess pieces are set up, and Mr. Krabs begins to play, his claws clacking against the board as he moves his pieces. Plankton watches, his antennas still, his eye focused. "Your move, Plankton," Mr. Krabs says, his claws tapping the edge of the board impatiently. But Plankton doesn't move. He just sits there, staring at the chessboard, his cards forgotten in his hand. "What's with you?" Mr. Krabs asks, his voice filled with exasperation. "You're taking forever!" Sponge Bob's heart skips a beat. He knows he can't let Mr. Krabs see how much Plankton's been affected by the accident. "It's ok Mr. Krabs," he says quickly. "Plankton's just thinking of his next move." Mr. Krabs grumbles but doesn't push the issue. He's too focused on his own strategy, his claws moving pieces with calculated precision. But Plankton remains frozen, his gaze unwavering on the board. His antennas twitch slightly, a sign of his racing thoughts. After several moments of silence, Mr. Krabs finally snaps. "Plankton, it's your turn!" he says, his patience wearing thin. Plankton's antennas twitch, and his eye flits to the board. "Fish?" he asks, his voice unsure. Mr. Krabs stares at Plankton, his eyes narrowing. "What do fish have to do with chess?" he asks, confusion etched deeply on his face. Sponge Bob's heart sinks as he sees the puzzlement in Mr. Krabs' eyes. He quickly jumps in. "Oh, Plankton was just thinking out loud," he says, trying to lighten the mood. Mr. Krabs grunts, but his suspicion doesn't fade. "You've always been a weird little fellow, Plankton, but this is something else," he says, his tone a mix of curiosity and exasperation. Sponge Bob's heart thumps in his chest as he tries to diverge the conversation. "Why don't we talk about something else?" he suggests, his eyes darting back to the chessboard. Mr. Krabs' gaze remains on Plankton, his eyes narrowed. But Plankton's antennas remain still, his expression vacant. "Fish," he murmurs, his voice distant. Mr. Krabs' patience thins to a thread. "Fish?" he repeats, his confusion palpable. "What's going on with you, Plankton?" Plankton's antennas wobble, his eye still fixated on the board. "Fish," he says again, his voice uncertain. Mr. Krabs leans forward, his eyes studying Plankton closely. "You okay, tiny fry?" he asks, hinting concern despite the sarcasm. Plankton's antennas quiver slightly. "Fish," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. Sponge Bob's heart clenches at the word, understanding now that it's not just a game for Plankton; it's his way of trying to make sense of the world around him. Mr. Krabs, however, simply sighs and shakes his head. "You always have to make everything so complicated," he mumbles, his voice tired. "Why can't you just play the game like everyone else?" He yells tipping the board over to where the chess pieces fall to the ground by Plankton. Plankton's antennas shiver at the sound, and his eye dart to the upset board, his expression one of deep distress. "No fish," he whispers, his voice breaking. Mr. Krabs' eyes widen, his suspicion growing. "What's going on with you?" he asks again. "Fish, fish, fish!"
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KAREN AND THE AUTISTIC JOURNEY vi (Autistic author) Plankton holds up the science book he had been clutching, the pages fluttering in his excitement. Sponge Bob's eyes flick to the book, then back to Plankton's face. "You're acting different." Plankton's smile falters, his hands stilling momentarily. "No bad," he insists, his voice a bit too cheerful. "Just happy." Sponge Bob's eyes search Plankton's, trying to read the truth behind his words. "But you've never been this... affectionate before," he says, his voice tentative. Plankton's smile widens. "Sponge Bob," he says, his voice a sing-song. "You are good friend." He leans in closer, his antennas quivering. "Best friend." Sponge Bob's eyes widen further, his spongy cheeks reddening. "Plankton, what's going on?" he asks, his tone filled with confusion. "You've never said that before." Plankton's smile only grows broader. "No bad," he repeats, his voice still monotone. "Good day. Happy." He starts to rock back and forth on the bed, his hands flapping in a pattern that seems almost... happy? Sponge Bob's confusion deepens. Plankton had never been one to show affection, let alone so openly. "What's going on?" he asks again, his voice laced with concern. Plankton's response is a repetitive giggle, his eye locked on Sponge Bob's face. "Good day," he says, his hands flapping in a pattern that matches his words. "Best friend." Sponge Bob's eyes widen in surprise. Plankton nods vigorously, his hands flapping rapidly. "Very happy," he says, his voice high and excited. "Best friend happy." Sponge Bob's confusion turns to concern. "Plankton, are you okay?" he asks, his voice gentle. Plankton's giggle turns to a laugh, a sound Sponge Bob rarely hears from him. "Yes," he says, his voice still monotone. "Happy." Sponge Bob watches his friend, his heart racing. "What happened to you?" he asks, his concern growing with each passing moment. Plankton's laughter fades into a grin. "No bad," he says, his hands still fluttering in the air. "Just happy." Sponge Bob's eyes are filled with worry. "What's really going on?" Plankton's grin turns into a frown, his hands stopping their motion. "Sponge Bob," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. "No bad. Happy." Sponge Bob's eyes are filled with confusion, but he can't ignore the desperation in Plankton's tone. He reaches out, his hand resting gently on Plankton's arm. "But why are you so happy?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine concern. Plankton's frown deepens, his mind racing to find the right words. "Because," he says, his voice strained. "I have friend. Best friend." Sponge Bob's eyes widen, his hand still on Plankton's arm. "But we've always been friends," he says, his voice filled with confusion. Plankton's smile is wide, his eye unblinking. "Yes," he says, his voice still monotone. "Best friends. Happy." Sponge Bob's mind races. Something is clearly different about Plankton, but he doesn't know what. "But, Plankton," he starts, his voice tentative. "What happened to make you so... so...?" He struggles for the right word. Plankton's smile fades slightly, his gaze dropping to the book in his lap. "Book," he says, his voice flat. "Good book." Sponge Bob nods, trying to follow the conversation. "Yeah, it looks interesting," he says, his eyes searching for a clue. But Plankton's gaze is fixed on the book, his hands resuming their rhythmic flapping. "Good book," he repeats, his voice a gentle mantra. Sponge Bob's eyes flick from the book to Plankton's hands, his mind racing to connect the dots. "Is something wrong, Plankton?" he asks, his voice soft with worry. Plankton's hands stop their flapping abruptly, his eye snapping to Sponge Bob's face. "No wrong," he says, his voice earnest. "Just happy." Sponge Bob's expression is one of bewilderment. "But you've always liked your science books," he says, trying to find some semblance of normalcy in the situation. "What's different about this one?" Plankton's smile returns, his hands resuming their flapping. "This one," he says, his voice filled with a newfound enthusiasm. "Good book. Happy book." Sponge Bob's eyes widen, his spongy heart swelling with a mixture of joy and concern. "What makes this one so special?" Plankton's hands flutter with excitement as he opens the book to a random page. "Look," he says, his voice a high-pitched squeak. "See?" Sponge Bob leans in, his eyes scanning the dense text filled with scientific terms. He nods, trying to appear engaged, though he has no clue what he's looking at. "Wow, Plankton," he says, his voice filled with forced enthusiasm. "That's... really interesting." Plankton's smile widens, his hands flapping in excitement. "Yes," he says, his voice a cheerful monotone. "Good book." Sponge Bob nods, still confused but not wanting to rain on his friend's parade. "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it," he says, his voice warm. Plankton's hands stop moving momentarily. "Thank you," he says, his voice sincere. "You are best friend." He leans in closer, his antennas quivering with excitement. Sponge Bob's eyes widen in surprise as he feels a sudden wave of warmth and affection from Plankton, something that's never been present in their usually antagonistic friendship. "What's going on, Plankton?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity. "Why are you being so nice to me?" Plankton's smile doesn't waver. "Sponge Bob," he says, his voice still monotone. "You are good. You make Plankton happy." "What's happened to make you so affectionate, Plankton?" Sponge Bob's question hangs in the air, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected warmth from his usually adversarial friend. Plankton's response is a repetitive giggle, his hands resuming their flapping. "No bad," he says, his voice cheerful. "Good day." He pats the bed next to him. "Sit, Sponge Bob. Read book." Sponge Bob's eyes widen, his spongy body frozen in place. "I don't think I can read that, Plankton," he says, his voice filled with uncertainty. "It's really complicated." Plankton nods, his smile remaining constant. "It's okay," he says, his voice soothing. "You try." He pushes the book closer to Sponge Bob, his hand guiding him to the page. Sponge Bob hesitates, his thumb flipping through the pages. The words are a blur of symbols and numbers, his mind struggling to make sense of them. "But, Plankton, I don't understand any of this," he admits, his voice filled with frustration. Plankton's hand stops him, his eye wide with excitement. "Doesn't matter," he says, his voice cheerful. "You are here. Best friend." Sponge Bob's confusion turns to concern. "But Plankton," he says, his voice gentle. "You're not acting like yourself." Plankton's smile fades slightly, his hands stilling. "Self," he repeats, his voice contemplative. He looks at Sponge Bob, his eye searching his friend's face for understanding. Sponge Bob's expression is one of confusion and concern. "Is this a joke?" he asks, his voice gentle. Plankton's smile falters for a moment before growing wider. "No joke," he says, his voice a singsong. "Happy." He pats the bed again, his hand a silent invitation. Sponge Bob's eyes fill with compassion. He sits down beside his friend. "Plankton," he starts, his voice tentative. "Is everything ok?" Plankton nods vigorously, his hands flapping with excitement. "Everything is good," he says, his voice a monotone cheer. "Best day." Sponge Bob's gaze lingers on his friend, searching for any sign of distress. "But, Plankton," he says, his voice filled with uncertainty. "You're not usually like this." Plankton's smile never fades. "Don't know," he says, his voice calm. "But now, happy." Sponge Bob's heart clenches, his fears for his friend's well-being growing stronger. "But what about your schemes?" he asks, his voice hopeful. Plankton's eye blinks, the thought of his usual plans of world domination momentarily forgotten. "Schemes?" he repeats, his voice confused. Sponge Bob nods. "Yeah, you know, your plans to steal the Krabby Patty secret formula," he says, his tone light. Plankton's smile falters, his hands stopping their flapping. "Krabby Patty?" he asks, his voice distant. "No want Krabby Patty. Happy." Sponge Bob's eyes widen, his spongy mind racing. "You don't want to steal the formula?" he asks, his voice incredulous, now really suspicious. Plankton shakes his head, his antennas swaying slightly. "No," he says, his voice still monotone. "Only happy." Sponge Bob's eyes are filled with confusion, but he can't ignore the genuine smile on his friend's face. "Okay, Plankton," he says, his voice gentle. "If you're happy, then I'm happy for you." Plankton's eye lit up, his hands flapping with excitement. "Thank you," he says, his voice filled with gratitude. "Best friend."
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NEUROBEHAVIORAL PLANKTON vi (Autistic author) (see notes below) * แดแด‡ษดแด›ษชแดษดs แดา“ แด…ษชsแด„ส€ษชแดษชษดแด€แด›ษชแดษด Plankton's eye closed slowly, his breathing evening out under her calming touch. His body relaxed into the cushions of the couch, his mind still racing but his body succumbing to the siren call of sleep. The smoothie and Karen's comforting presence had worked their magic. Karen sat beside him, wrapped protectively around his small form. She watched his chest rise and fall with each breath, her heart heavy with the weight of the day's events. The Chum Bucket was quiet now, the silence a stark contrast to the shouts and sobs that had filled it moments before. Karen's heart breaks for Plankton yet she knows Hanna's never met him, never heard of the accident nor diagnosis. With a sigh, she picked up the phone that lay on the end table and dialed Hanna's number. The line rang once, twice, three times before Hanna's voice filled the line. "Hello?" Karen took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she had to have. "Hanna, it's me," she said, her voice calm despite the whirlwind inside her. "I need to talk to you about what happened." Hanna's tone shifted immediately, concern lacing her words. "Is Plankton okay?" Karen's grip on the phone tightened. "No," she admitted, her voice a whisper. "He's asleep now, but he's not okay." Hanna's voice was a mix of shock and disbelief. "What do you mean?" Karen took another deep breath, her eyes never leaving Plankton's peaceful face. "There was an accident," she began, her voice steady. "He hit his head and..." She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Acquired Autism Spectrum Disorder." The line was silent for a moment before Hanna's voice came back, filled with horror. "Oh Neptune, I had no idea!" Karen's tentacles trembled slightly as she recounted the doctor's words, the diagnosis that had turned their world upside down. "It's permanent," she whispered. "They said his corpus callosum and cerebellum were damaged. He's...he's not the same, Hanna." On the phone, Hanna's voice was a mix of sympathy and confusion. "But why didn't you tell me sooner?" Karen's sigh was heavy with regret. "We've been dealing with this alone," she explained, her tentacle tracing patterns on the couch cushion. "It's so new, so overwhelming." Hanna's voice was gentle now, understanding in a way that made Karen feel less alone. "I'm so sorry, Karen," she said, her concern genuine. "I had no idea." Karen's eyes remained locked on Plankton's face, his chest rising and falling with each breath. "It's been a rollercoaster," she admitted, her voice tight. "But we're trying to make the best of it." Karen hangs up and turns her focus back to Plankton, his small body curled tightly under the blanket. She notices the way his antenna twitches as if he's dreaming. Her hands gently adjust the blanket, her touch feather-light against his skin. Plankton's face is a mask of peace in sleep, a stark contrast to the turmoil of the waking world. His snores are faint, a soothing rhythm that fills the otherwise silent room. Just as Karen begins to relax, the door to the Chum Bucket bursts open, letting in a rush of sunlight and SpongeBob's unmistakable laughter. "Plankton?" he calls out, his voice high and cheerful. Sponge Bob's entrance is a whirlwind of energy, a stark contrast to the heavy silence that hangs over the laboratory. He doesn't notice the tension in the air as he bounds towards the couch, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees Plankton's unusual position. "Whoa, Plankton," Sponge Bob says, his voice a chirp of curiosity. "Looks like you're taking a siesta!" He laughs, not comprehending the depth of emotion that has just played out in the room. Karen looks up from her watchful vigil, her eyes tired but determined. "Sponge Bob," she says, keeping her voice steady, "Plankton's not feeling well." Sponge Bob's face falls, his cheerfulness dimming. "Oh no," he says, his concern genuine. He approaches the couch with caution, his eyes fixed on Plankton's peaceful form. "What happened?" he asks, his voice hushed. "Is he okay?" Karen's eyes meet Sponge Bob's, full of a sorrow he can't quite comprehend. "It's been a...difficult day," she says, her tentacles tightening slightly around Plankton. "He had an accident." Sponge Bob's expression shifts from confusion to alarm. "Is he going to be okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. Karen sighs, her tentacle stroking Plankton's forehead in a soothing motion. "He's just...different now," she says, her voice tight. Sponge Bob frowns, his bubbles popping with worry. "What kind of different?" Karen's expression is guarded, her eyes never leaving Plankton's sleeping form. "He's been diagnosed with... autism," she whispers, the word sounding foreign even to her. "Hey, I was born with idiopathic Autism!" Sponge Bob says. "Well Plankton's got an acquired form, it's a rarity," Karen explains to Sponge Bob, her voice barely a murmur so as not to disturb the sleeping Plankton. Sponge Bob nods slowly, his understanding of the situation deepening with each word. "So his accident gave him autism; when?" "Yesterday, when he hit his head on an invention." Sponge Bob's eyes widen with realization. "Oh," he says, his voice filled with sympathy. He sits down on the floor beside the couch. "It's okay, Karen," Sponge Bob says softly, his eyes full of understanding. "We'll figure this out together." Plankton stirs beneath the blanket, his small form shifting slightly. Karen's gaze snaps to him. "Plankton?" she whispers, her tentacles poised to comfort him if his distress resurfaces. But his eye remains closed, his breathing even. Sponge Bob's expression is thoughtful as he looks at the sleeping Plankton. "You know, Karen, being different isn't so bad," he says gently. "I mean, look at me." Karen's tentacles relax slightly as she looks at Sponge Bob, his optimism a balm to her weary spirit. Karen smiles. "Tell that to Hanna," Karen mutters to herself. "Who's Hanna?" "A friend," Karen explained, her voice still tight. "She came over today, didn't know about Plankton's diagnosis. She said things she shouldn't have." Sponge Bob's frown deepens. "What kind of things?" "She said he's a burden, that maybe I should put him in an institution," she whispers, her voice shaking with anger. Sponge Bob's face falls in shock. "That's not right, Karen," he says firmly. "You don't have to listen to her. What's an institution?" "It's a place where clinically crazy people are sent to rehabilitation be 'taken care of.' But it's not like that really for neurodivergent people. It's more like a...a prison where they deprive them, and often...never make it. But mostly it's for people who are violent, which isn't the case for..." Her voice trails off as Plankton stirs again, his antennae twitching slightly. Sponge Bob looks at Plankton, his eyes filled with compassion. "He's not going anywhere, Karen," he says firmly. "You guys are like family to me. I'll help you take care of him." Plankton's single eye opens slightly, his gaze unfocused. "Shh, it's okay," she whispers, her voice a soothing caress. Plankton blinks slowly, his eye coming into focus as he sees Sponge Bob. A smile spreads across his face, a rare expression of pure joy that lights up his features. His body uncoils from its tense curl, his antennae perking up with excitement. "Sponge Bob," Plankton whispers, his voice filled with a warmth that surprises Karen. He sits up slowly, his movements calculated to avoid any jolts to his sensitive system. Sponge Bob's face splits into a beaming smile, his eyes shining with joy. "Hey, Plankton!" He says. Plankton's gaze remains fixed on Sponge Bob, his expression a mixture of gratitude and comfort. "You're here," he says simply, his voice a rough whisper. Sponge Bob nods, his smile never wavering. "Of course I am," he says, his voice gentle. He reaches out a hand tentatively, his movements slow and deliberate. Plankton's antennae twitch, then he reaches out, his grip firm but not too tight. The two of them sit there, the silence comforting rather than oppressive. **NOTEs As an autistic writer (and I used AI to help me with the words) I do not encourage the ableism people have shown in their ignorance. Depending on when and where you live, some people have thought such therapies might be good, without actually accepting nor helping. Even Hans Asperger has supported eugenics during the war, sending people to internment camps leading to demise. I came across the site autismmemorial.wordpress.com if you'd like to educate yourself about how people have endured such.*
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Any moment now... Are you sure this is what you want? (Scoff) Oh spare me your spin, you tablet tabloid. If you want to psychoanalyze someone, don't look at me- Look at them! It's so pathetic, How they run to fetch their sticksโ€ฆ Sure, call me polemic, unsympathetic, At least I know other tricks! Look at me and all you'll see is the debris of some defective outcast, A frenetic, antithetic (if poetic) little iconoclast, But I won't live in the past. (I almost won this game once, you know.) But. History is rearranged just to credit those who win the glory, So reality is changed in the edit when they spin the story, And we choose, to feel this pain, And we lose, more than we gain... But I will BREAK this cycle, Of mistakes, unlike all, Of these SNAKES whom I call to condemn! If I can't win the prize, I'll play this last reprisal! Just to bring their lies all to an endโ€ฆ -Ack! You need regeneration. Unfortunately, I don't have much faith in that process. Of course not. Why "of course not?". You believe yourself to be incapable of starting over, in more ways than one. I do not know who you lost, but is it not possible to get them back? "Clear the slate, start again", Are you hearing how preposterous that sounds? How do you not comprehend that for someone with my MONSTROUS BACKGROUND, the whole slate has fallen apart! Taco that is not true. There are other ways to- ITโ€™S TOO LATE- It's not too late, FOR ME TO RESTART! But it's not I, its they, (Let us talk about it when your), Who deign to play this game, so, (head is not so clouded. You're no), Cruel & inhumane, base & uncouth, (menace, Taco, how did they hurt you?) (Please think this through) I think they're too afraid to, (Feeling double-crossed is part of), Bear the bed they've made, (Dealing with a loss, yes, but the), Can't bring themselves to face the awful truth. (Healing is a process, that's the truth) So I'm turning up the heat to "sautรฉ", I've a beef to get grilled, But I fully guarantee today that all the beans that get spilled, Won't be mine, No I'm fine, I- Shhhh... Now it's time...
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WHERES ALL THE YOYLE CAKE LOVING BFB/BFDI/II/BFDIA/TPOT FANZ >_< ;; NEW WRITTER MIMI<3 *teleportz to mimi* you hav zummoned me. (im a bfb fan and im ztarting to watch hfjone lulz) -zombie gutz ^_^
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โฃŸโฃฏโขฟโกนโฃโ ฟโฃญโ ฏโกฝโฃฉโขโกโขฎโก™โขฎโก™โฃŽโ ณโก™โขŽโ ณโกโขžโฃกโ ›โฃฌโ ณโกฉโขžโฃกโ ›โกฌโข“โกญโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โ €โก€โข€โ €โก€โข€โ € โกฟโฃผโขณโกปโฃœโ ปโฃ”โขซโ –โกฑโขŠโกœโกกโก™โขขโ ‘โกŒโ ฑโข‰โ Œโกฑโขˆโ ’โ คโ ‰โก„โ ฃโ ‘โ Œโ คโข‰โ ”โขƒโ ธโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โข€โ €โ „โ €โ „ โกฟโฃœโขงโก›โฃฌโ ณโฃŒโ ฃโขŽโ กโขƒโกโ กโ โ โ ‚โ Œโ โ €โ ‚โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ โ €โ โ ˆโ €โ ‚โ  โ ˆโ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกฆโ œโ „โ ขโ € โกŸโกผโขฃโกโขคโ “โก„โขƒโ ‚โ Œโก€โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‘โ ˆโ ขโ  โ โ ‚ โขฏโกโฃฃโ šโกคโขƒโ Œโกโ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกคโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ ˆโ ƒ โก—โขฎโก…โขซโ โข‚โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โขซโขโ ‡โข„โ ƒโข€โฃฟโฃ€โฃคโฃคโฃคโฃ โข€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก โ ‚โ ‘โ €โ ˆโ €โ ‚ โฃโกฒโขŒโ ฃโก˜โ  โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกผโฃฑโขปโข โกโฃดโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโขฟโฃฟโขฝโกปโฃณโฃณโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกฐโข€โฃดโฃพโฃปโฃžโกงโกฝ โขฎโกฑโขŠโกฑโข€โ กโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฐโขกโ ƒโ ˆโกคโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโฃฏโขฟโฃนโขปโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโฃœโฃฟโฃฟโฃฏโฃทโขฏโฃทโขถ โขงโฃƒโ งโกโข‚โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฟโขบโฃ€โฃ€โฃ‡โ ปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฏโฃทโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟ โกณโฃŒโข’โ กโ ‚โ „โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโฃฑโฃฌโฃญโกญโขถโกฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃคโฃพโ ฟโขปโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟ โกณโกŒโขŽโ ฐโ โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃดโกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ Œโ ธโฃญโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฐโกฝโ ›โ €โ €โ โข‹โกžโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟ โขงโก™โฃŒโ ขโขโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกผโ ‹โ €โก„โ ฉโขŒโข‚โกโ €โฃˆโขปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกผโ ‹โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ˜โฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟ โฃ‡โ ณโก„โขƒโ „โ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃŽโฃฎโฃคโก„โ  โ ˆโ โ ‚โ ขโก„โขโ €โขจโ ›โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โข โกŽโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โขฟโฃฟโฃฟ โฃŽโฃทโฃฟโกพโฃ†โฃ„โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกฐโขซโฃตโฃšโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโฃ€โ „โก€โ €โ ˆโข‚โ  โก˜โกˆโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ „โก„โ €โ  โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฐโขโฃกโข›โฃฟโฃคโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกˆโขฐโฃปโฃฟ โฃฏโ ถโฃโ ทโฃงโข–โกฉโ ขโก€โ €โ €โ €โกจโ โข‹โกปโฃŸโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฆโข€โ €โ €โ €โข€โ ฑโก˜โขฌโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโข’โก›โ ‚โ „โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก˜โ โ ˜โขฟโ ฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โข€โ ฏโฃฟ โฃฏโขŸโฃผโฃณโฃฝโฃฟโขฟโฃทโฃฟโฃถโฃถโ ”โ  โขโ ™โ ปโฃพโฃฟโกฟโฃฟโฃโขฏโฃณโฃฑโฃŒโก†โ €โ ˆโ ณโขˆโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃœโ „โก€โ €โขโฃกโกฃโฃŒโ €โ  โฃ„โ ”โ €โ €โ ธโฃฌโฃ›โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃโขฃโข€โ  โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โขนโฃฟ โฃŸโฃฎโฃณโฃฝโฃฟโฃฝโขทโฃณโฃฟโฃฟโขฏโก˜โข„โ ‚โ „โข€โ €โขˆโ ›โ ’โ ‹โ ธโ ทโฃนโฃพโฃฟโฃทโฃฆโฃ„โ  โขปโฃปโฃฟโฃฟโฃ โ ƒโ €โฃ”โกฎโขณโกŒโก˜โฃŽโฃพโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ‹โ ปโ ฐโ ‰โ โกžโฃปโขฟโฃทโฃ„โฃ„โ €โ ‚โก โฃŸโกถโฃฟโฃฟโฃฝโฃฟโฃทโฃฟโขฟโฃฟโกงโกœโ ฌโขŒโขฐโ Žโ ฌโ ’โ ˆโ กโ €โ €โขฆโฃนโฃฟโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโก‰โ ฑโฃบโกฅโข€โฃชโกฏโฃตโกฟโฃโฃฟโขฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโกดโ ˆ โกฟโฃผโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโขฟโกโ „โ นโฃฟโฃฑโฃฏโฃ—โฃˆโขฐโฃทโฃทโก โข€โ ˆโก€โ €โ €โ ปโฃฏโกฟโขฟโฃปโฃทโฃŸโ ฟโข”โ €โฃบโก‹โฃนโฃŸโกพโฃฟโก™โ ‹โ ™โขบโกฏโข€โฃŽโ €โ €โขฐโฃ„โ  โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฟโกทโฃพโฃฟโขฟโฃญโก™โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃปโกผโฃ…โ †โ นโกฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ›โขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃพโฃ†โ ‰โขฒโ ‡โ €โ ˆโ นโ ถโก‚โ โ ปโ โ €โฃดโฃฟโฃฐโฃฟโขทโกพโกŸโฃกโ ‚โก€โ ˆโขณโฃฟโฃฟโกทโขถโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโขขโฃดโก€โ ‘โ €โ €โ €โ ™โ ฒโขˆโ ™โ ฟโ “โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโฃพโฃฟโกทโฃœโฃžโกทโขŸโก€โ €โ ฑโก€โ ปโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโ ‰โ šโ ฐโขขโขโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃœโฃกโขธโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ฏโฃฐโฃทโข€โกโ คโฃดโ ”โ ‰โ โ €โ ‰โขŸโฃปโฃทโกžโ ƒโ ”โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโขปโฃฏโขŸโก”โฃขโ ™โฃงโข„โก˜โข„โ ˆโ ปโขฏโฃทโฃฆโฃธโขซโฃŒโ „โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ โฃžโกผโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ “โฃธโฃฟโกฟโขทโฃปโ โ โ ˜โข†โก€โก€โข‚โ €โ ปโฃฟโฃฑโฃ โก€โก–โ  โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ Œ โฃฟโขทโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฝโฃฟโ ทโขฟโฃฟโฃ†โ ทโก˜โขงโกœโขชโข—โก€โ ‰โขปโฃฟโกŸโข‹โกกโกŒโข€โฃ€โฃดโกพโฃ›โฃฝโฃพโขปโขถโฃฟโก‡โฃฑโฃฟโกŸโฃตโฃฟโฃกโฃพโฃ†โก€โ €โขฃโก€โ €โก‘โก€โ €โ ™โฃฟโฃฟโก—โ โ €โก€โ €โ €โฃ โข–โขฃโฃ โฃฏโฃฟโฃฟโฃฏโฃฟโฃฟโขฏโฃ—โขฆโขฉโขฟโฃฏโฃ™โขŽโ นโกโ Žโกฑโก€โฃนโขกโฃ’โฃฟโฃฝโฃฟโขŸโกฏโฃพโฃตโฃฟโ ฟโฃญโขฏโฃพโ กโฃผโฃฟโขŸโกพโฃฟโฃƒโก€โ ˆโ ปโฃทโกˆโข…โกณโข†โ ˆโ €โ ‚โ €โกผโ ‹โข โกดโฃพโฃคโ –โฃฏโขฑโฃซโฃพโขซ โกทโกฟโฃโฃŸโ พโฃŸโฃฟโฃฟโฃŽโขงโขณโกนโข—โ ฎโก‘โก“โกŽโก”โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฏโฃŸโฃฎโฃŸโฃฟโขฟโฃ›โฃญโฃทโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโขดโฃฟโข‹โ ‹โขธโกทโฃฟโฃ‡โ ขโ ‘โก™โขฟโฃ„โ โ ’โข„โ €โ €โขฒโฃถโกพโฃŸโกฝโฃณโขฌโฃ›โฃดโฃฟโ ปโฃŒโฃท โฃฟโกทโขฏโฃฟโฃซโฃŸโกพโ ฝโขปโฃฎโฃงโฃนโขฆโกทโฃผโฃŸโขฝโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฏโฃทโฃปโขฎโฃทโฃฟโขฏโฃทโฃฟโฃฟโฃ›โ ฟโฃฉโฃปโฃโ โกฒโข€โขธโ  โขฝโกฟโ ฑโฃ‚โก„โขกโกˆโข€โฃดโกŽโกดโฃงโฃพโฃฟโขปโกฝโฃ›โฃผโฃณโขฟโฃ™โฃฆโฃฟโ ฟโฃŸ โฃฟโฃŸโฃทโฃญโกŸโฃฌโข’โฃณโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโขโฃตโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโกทโฃŸโฃพโฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃปโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃ›โขปโฃซโข˜โก€โขนโ œโ €โ โขœโฃผโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโฃฉโฃพโฃฟโฃปโฃžโขฏโฃณโฃปโกพโฃโฃทโฃฟโกฟโฃโฃณโฃผ โฃฟโฃทโฃพโกฟโฃœโฃงโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโฃ‹โฃผโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโฃฝโฃŸโฃฏโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ Ÿโ ›โ ˆโ ‰โขนโฃตโกŽโฃตโ ‹โ €โฃ โฃดโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโ —โฃตโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃณโขฏโกผโขฏโฃพโขฏโฃฟโกฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ ป โฃฟโฃฏโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃถโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโฃฝโฃทโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ฟโ ›โ ‰โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃทโกกโฃฟโฃทโฃฟโฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃฏโฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃงโฃปโขฎโฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ฟโ ›โ ‰โ €โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฏโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃณโฃฟโฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโ ฟโ ›โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‚โก€โขธโฃฟโ “โฃฝโฃฟโฃฏโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโฃฝโฃซโขฟโฃผโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ Ÿโ ‹โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โกฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฝโฃฟโกฟโ ›โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขจโฃ“โฃทโกฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃฏโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโฃฝโฃณโขฏโฃฟโกฟโ Ÿโ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃฟโฃนโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฏโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‚โ €โ ธโฃถโกฝโขทโฃฟโฃฟโกปโฃฟโขฏโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฝโฃทโฃปโกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกŸโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โฃฟโขฟโฃทโฃฟโฃทโขพโฃŸโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃปโฃฟโฃฟโกŸโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€โ †โ €โ €โ €โ  โฃฟโขฟโกปโฃŸโฃพโฃปโฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกŸโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ กโกˆโ ‚โ €โ €โ €โฃŸโฃณโขฟโฃนโฃพโฃฟโฃฝโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ „โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขƒโก€โ „โ €โ €โฃฟโฃฝโฃบโขฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกŸโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ กโกโ ‚โขธโฃทโฃฏโฃŸโฃฏโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โกฝโฃนโ ฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃคโก”โ ขโ €โ €โ โ ˆโ €โ ˜โ Œโขฐโ ‰โ ปโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ € โฃณโขฃโขฏโก˜โก™โ ฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃŸโฃฟโฃฆโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข˜โ €โ €โ ˆโ ™โ ฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขˆโขฟโฃทโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃงโข‹โขฆโก™โขฒโก€โ ˆโขปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ จโก•โขงโ žโ ›โฃพโฃขโข„โก€โ €โ €โ จโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ›โขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกŸโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ ธโฃ‡โกปโขทโขฆโข„โ €โ € โขงโกโก–โกŒโข‚โ ™โขขโก„โ ˜โขปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข˜โขญโฃšโก†โข’โ ‰โ ™โฃพโฃœโขฃโก€โข˜โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโกƒโขณโ  โ คโ ›โขฏโฃฝโก‚ โกณโขŽโกตโฃŽโ ฐโขˆโ €โ ฑโก„โ €โขปโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโฃถโกโขถโก‰โ โก†โ ‰โขนโฃณโฃœโขชโ €โ €โข„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ „โ €โ ˆโขฟโฃฟโฃ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ œโ ฉโฃ†โ ƒโข โ €โ ™โขฟ โกโฃŽโ ฒโฃ™โ ฆโกโข‚โ €โ นโฃ„โ ‚โฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ธโฃฅโ Šโขตโฃ‚โ €โก–โ €โ ˜โขฎโฃปโ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โ ˜โฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โขฏโก‚โ ฃโฃฆโ ˆโ €โก€โ ˜ โกŸโฃฌโ “โกŒโขถโกโ †โ €โ €โ ˜โก„โขธโฃฟโฃฟโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ฐโกญโฃ—โก€โขžโกกโกโ „โ „โ ˆโขปโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขโ €โขปโฃฟโก†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃˆโฃฝโก„โ ˆโ โขŒโข€โ € โกโฃฆโ ›โกŒโข†โกฟโข โ โ €โ ˆโฃงโ –โฃฟโฃฟโฃฅโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โฃžโฃงโข–โ จโ ”โข‚โ „โ €โ บโ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ €โ ˜โฃฟโฃทโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขœโฃฟโกคโก‰โ œโ กโ € โกปโฃ”โ ซโกœโข‚โกฟโฃ€โ ‚โ €โ €โขฑโ ˆโฃผโฃฟโฃฟโก–โฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ปโฃพโฃ…โก™โ €โ ™โ ฆโฃพโ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โกŽโ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃงโข€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ธโฃทโฃ—โก€โ €โ € โขทโฃฉโ “โฃŒโฃนโกทโ „โข‚โ €โ €โขธโกˆโ Šโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ–โกฑโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ›โ ทโ ฆโ  โ โขนโ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โก‡โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฆโ ‘โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ›โ ฝโฃคโ € โกงโฃ‡โขโ คโฃปโฃฟโขŒโ  โ €โข โฃฟโฃ…โ €โฃนโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโกฐโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขจโ €โ €โ €โ €โฃพโก‡โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ‡โ €โ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰ โฃณโขญโฃšโฃพโฃฟโกฟโฃˆโ โ €โขบโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃถโก‚โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โฃดโฃฟโก“โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃทโฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃณโขฎโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก“โ „โกˆโข โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโขฟโ €โข€โฃพโฃฟโกฟโ €โ €โ €โข€โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃคโฃ„โฃ€โฃ โฃคโฃถโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃพ โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃ‰โข’โ Žโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โข€โ €โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฝ โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃถโฃฃโฃผโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโก โ €โฃฐโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟ โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟ โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟ โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟ โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟ โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟ โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟ
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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โขžโขฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃฆโฃ€โฃ โ žโ โขธโข€โ ™โขฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโก€โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฐโกŸโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขˆโฃฟโฃงโข€โ ดโขƒโ “โฃŒโ  โ ™โขฆโก€โฃพโกŸโ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โฃ‰โฃปโก† โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃธโฃฟโ „โขฃโก‰โ –โก„โข“โข…โ ‚โก™โฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก‡โฃฟโก‡ โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃ‡โ โกคโข€โขคโ „โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ „โฃ€โข€โ  โฃŠโฃผโฃฟโ ˜โฃ„โ šโขคโ ‰โก–โกจโข‘โฃ„โขฟโฃ‡โ €โฃ€โข€โข โ „โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โก˜โฃฐโฃฟโ ‡ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โ ฟโ ฟโฃฟโก…โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก˜โขคโฃฟโกฟโ ฟโขŸโ กโฃŠโ คโฃ‰โ †โขฃโ ”โกกโขฃโ „โก™โขฟโขฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ ˜โฃคโฃพโ Ÿโ โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโ †โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก˜โ ดโฃฟโกงโข‰โ †โกฑโกโขขโ กโ šโก„โขŽโก‘โขขโ ‘โฃŒโฃถโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกโขคโฃฟโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโ ‡โข€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก˜โก”โฃฟโฃ‡โ ฃโฃ˜โ กโ œโกกโขŠโ •โกจโข‚โ œโฃ โฃฟโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ ”โฃกโฃผโ ฟโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโ ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ฐโกŒโฃฟโฃ‡โ ’โขคโก‰โฃ’โ กโขƒโ œโก โฃƒโฃพโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โข”โฃกโฃพโ ฟโ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโ ‡โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ฑโกŒโฃฟโกงโข‰โ †โ ดโกโขŽโ ฐโฃจโฃถโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ ”โฃกโฃพโกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโ ‡โข€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ฑโกŒโฃฟโฃ‡โ ฃโฃ˜โ กโก˜โฃคโฃฟโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก โฃ‘โฃพโกฟโฃโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโ ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ฑโกŒโฃฟโกงโ ‘โก„โฃฃโฃพโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก โขŠโฃดโฃฟโ ›โฃ„โ ˆโ ณโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃฟโ ‡โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฑโก˜โฃฟโฃ‡โฃฃโฃพโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก โขŠโฃดโฃฟโ Ÿโฃ โ ™โฃ„โ “โฃ…โ ˆโ ณโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โ žโ โฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขขโ ฑโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก โขŠโฃดโฃฟโ Ÿโขกโก˜โ คโกฉโขโขฃโกโ “โฃ…โ ˆโ ณโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โฃ โ žโ โข€โขผโฃฟโ †โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขขโข™โ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก โขŠโฃดโฃฟโ ŸโกกโขŠโ –โฃˆโ –โกกโขƒโ †โฃ‰โ –โกจโข‘โข†โ ˆโ ณโฃ„โ €โ €โ € โ €โฃ โ žโ โข€โกดโข‰โ ผโฃฟโกƒโ  โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข‚โ ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โขŠโฃดโฃฟโ ŸโกกโขŠโก”โขฃโ ˜โก„โ Žโก”โกกโ šโก„โขŽโก‘โขฃโขŒโ ฑโข†โ ˆโ ณโฃ„โ € โขพโฃทโฃถโฃถโกโก†โข‡โขธโฃฟโกโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกŽโ ฐโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โขโฃฟโกฟโขโ Žโกโข‡โ ธโฃ€โข‰โขฐโ ‰โกฐโขโ ทโกˆโข†โกธโขฐโ ˆโ ถโฃˆโฃทโฃถโฃพโกท โ €โ ™โขทโฃญโขŸโฃฎโกฐโขธโฃฟโก…โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก„โขฒโฃตโกฟโก‹โข†โกฉโข’โก‰โข†โ ฑโข‚โ ฅโขŠโ ดโฃโ ฃโข‚โกโ ขโ ”โกกโขŠโฃดโกฟโฃฏโกฟโ ‹โ € โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขฟโฃถโกนโขฎโฃฟโ †โข€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃดโกถโ ทโขพโฃฟโกโขขโ ฑโขŒโกฐโขกโก˜โขŒโข’โก‰โข†โฃ‰โ ’โ คโขƒโ ฃโขŒโ ฑโฃˆโฃดโฃฟโฃปโกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขฟโฃฝโฃฟโกƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃพโ ƒโ €โ €โข โกฟโก‘โขขโขƒโ ฒโข„โ ฃโฃ˜โ ฐโขŠโ ”โกŠโขคโ ™โกŒโกŒโ ฑโฃˆโกถโฃŸโฃฟโกพโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โฃฟโก…โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก โขนโฃฟโฃคโฃคโฃคโกพโ —โฃˆโ ฆโก‘โขชโข„โก“โ คโ “โกŒโฃ’โก‰โ ฆโก‘โ ฐโฃˆโฃตโกพโฃฟโกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃขโฃผโฃฟโ Ÿโฃ‰โฃโ ฉโข”โ ฃโฃŒโขขโข‘โ ขโฃŒโ ˜โกŒโข“โก˜โขคโก˜โขคโกโฃงโฃฟโขฏโกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก†โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก โข’โฃพโฃ›โฃ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โข›โฃฟโ ƒโฃถโฃŸโฃ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ปโฃฎโฃฆโฃผโกพโ ›โ ›โ ›โขฟโฃฟโฃ‹โฃ โกพโ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โฃงโก€โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก†โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โขŠโฃดโฃฟโ ŸโฃปโกŸโ €โ €โ €โฃพโก‡โขกโ ™โฃฟโกโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‰โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃพโ ƒโ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก โขšโฃคโฃฟโ Ÿโกกโขบโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โฃฐโกŸโข„โ ฃโฃธโกฟโ โ €โข€โฃพโ ›โกŸโฃปโฃฟโกŸโ €โ €โข โกฟโ ›โ ›โ ›โฃฟโ ƒโ €โ €โฃฐโกโ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก†โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โข˜โฃฐโฃฟโ Ÿโฃกโ šโข„โฃฟโ ƒโ €โ €โข€โฃฟโ ƒโกœโข โฃฟโ ‡โ €โ €โฃธโกŸโฃคโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ €โ €โ €โฃพโ ƒโ €โ €โฃฐโกโ €โ €โข€โฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก†โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โข„โฃฑโฃพโกฟโขงโก˜โก„โขƒโฃพโกโ €โ €โ €โฃพโก‡โขธโขˆโฃผโกโ €โ €โขฐโฃฟโฃพโฃŸโกฟโฃปโ ‡โ €โ €โขธโกโ €โ €โข€โฃฟโ €โ €โ €โฃผโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโ †โ  โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ ”โฃกโฃพโ Ÿโ ™โขฟโฃณโกโขฎโฃฐโกฟโ €โ €โ €โฃฐโกŸโก„โขฃโขธโกฟโ €โ €โ €โฃพโฃฟโกฟโ ‹โขฐโกŸโ €โ €โข โกฟโ €โ €โ €โฃผโ ƒโ €โ €โข โกŸโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ปโฃ‡โ โก โข„โ  โ  โข”โฃกโฃพโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขฟโฃงโฃฟโขƒโก€โฃ€โข€โก›โฃฟโกงโขกโฃฟโฃƒโฃ€โฃ€โฃธโฃปโกโ €โ €โฃพโฃโฃ€โฃ€โฃœโฃฟโ †โ €โข โฃŸโฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ›โฃฟโ †โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขฟโฃŸโขฟโฃปโ ›โก›โข›โ กโข‚โฃฝโกฟโฃฟโกฟโ ‹โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € 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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 20 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) Karen's arms wrap around him, her hands gentle on his back as she whispers words of comfort, her voice a balm to his frayed nerves. "You're safe, baby," she says. "You're safe with me." Plankton's sobs slow, his body relaxing marginally in her embrace. His antennae still thrash, but with less urgency, when Plankton's main dentist comes in. Dr. Musselman, Plankton's main dentist, rushes into the room, his eyes wide with concern at the sight of his patient's distress. Karen quickly explains the situation, her voice tight with emotion. "He's having an autistic shutdown," she says, her hand on Plankton's trembling back. "He's sensitive to sensory overload." He nods. "You can come into my exam room, follow me." The doctor's exam room is dimmer, the air cooler, and the smell less intense. The change in atmosphere is like a gentle caress against Plankton's overstimulated sensors. He lets out a shaky sigh, his antennae unfurling slightly. Dr. Musselman's eyes are kind, his voice a soothing balm. "Hi, Plankton," he says, his tone gentle. "Remember me?" Plankton's gaze flickers to him, his antennae stilling. "You're my other dentist," he whispers, his voice hoarse from the sobbing. The doctor nods, his smile reassuring. "That's right. I know you don't like surprises, so I'm sorry for that, for Jill. But we're going to take it slow, okay?" Plankton nods, his antennae twitching slightly. "We need to finish your cleaning," Karen says, her voice gentle. "But we'll do it with Dr. Musselman. He'll always work here, and can be your dentist instead of Jill from now on!" "Okay," Dr. Musselman says, his voice calm and measured. "We're going to take some x-rays now. It's quick and painless." Plankton's antennae perk up slightly at the mention of painlessness. He nods, his eye searching the doctor's face for any sign of deception. The doctor leads them to a small, enclosed space, the whirring of the x-ray machine a soothing constant. Karen holds Plankton's hand, her grip firm but gentle, as he sits in the chair. The doctor explains the process, his words clear and concise. Plankton nods, his breathing slowing slightly as he tries to comfort himself. The x-ray machine's cold metal touches his jaw, and he jolts. "It's okay," Karen whispers, her hand on his shoulder. "It's just a little picture of your teeth." Plankton's eye closes, his antennae stilling. He nods, his trust in his wife a beacon in the storm of his fear. Dr. Musselman's movements are careful, his voice calm. "Open wide," he says. Plankton's mouth opens slightly, his teeth clenched. The x-ray film slides into place, cold and slightly sticky. He tastes the metal, feels the pressure. But it's not the same as the probe. It's bearable. The machine whirs to life, the sensation of the x-rays a gentle buzz against his skin. His antennae quiver, but he doesn't pull away. Karen's hand squeezes his, a silent promise of support. "Good job," she murmurs, her voice a warm whisper in the cool air. The doctor's voice is steady. "Almost done," he says, his eyes on the machine's readout. Plankton nods, his breaths shallow but even. The fear has receded to a dull throb, a distant echo of the panic that had consumed him. The x-ray machine clicks off, the buzz of its operation silenced. Dr. Musselman gently removes the film, his movements careful not to startle Plankton. "Good boy," he says, his voice a warm caress. Plankton's antennae twitch in response, a tentative sign of trust.
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 4 (Neurodivergent author) Mr. Krabs's expression shifts from shock to one of bewilderment. "Plankton, I don't understand," he says, his voice barely a whisper. Plankton shakes his head, his antennae trembling. "You never did," he snaps back. The accusations come out in a torrent, each one cutting deeper than the last. "You used me, manipulated me, all for your stupid secret formula!" His voice shakes with anger, his eye filling with unshed tears. Karen's grip tightens on his arm, but she doesn't speak, knowing he needs this moment of release. Mr. Krabs's face falls, the weight of Plankton's words a blow he wasn't expecting. "I-I-I've always treated ya like a friend!" he stammers, his claws grabbing Plankton's shoulders. And that's what did it. Plankton's body tenses, and his eye rolls back in his head. A chilling silence descends as his legs give out, and he crashes to the floor. His body convulses, limbs flailing uncontrollably. Karen knew it'd happen, but seeing it happen to Plankton is a horror she wasn't emotionally prepared for, but she knew to stay calm. She knew the protocol. Mr. Krabs, still in shock from Plankton's accusations, watches the scene unfold with horror. "What's happening?" he stammers, his claws hovering uselessly. Karen's voice is a beacon of calm amidst the chaos. "It's a seizure," she explains, kneeling beside her husband. "I need you to stay calm." Her voice is steady, her eyes never leaving Plankton's contorting form. Mr. Krabs nods, his eyes widening with fear. He's read about this, seen it once in a medical textbook, but never thought it would happen to someone so close. He watches as Karen carefully moves any objects out of harm's way, cushioning Plankton's head with a pillow. The room seems to spin around them, each second stretching into eternity. The seizure lasts only a few moments, but to Karen, it feels like hours. When it's over, Plankton's body goes still, his breathing shallow. Her hand shakes as she checks his pulse, feeling the thunder of her own heart in her chest. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice trembling. "You're okay." Mr. Krabs is unsure. "It's okay," she murmurs, her hand stroking his antennae. "It's over now." Plankton's breathing deepens, his body slowly relaxing with a twitch. She looks at Mr. Krabs, her expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. "He'll be okay," she assures, her voice a lifeline in the storm of silence. Mr. Krabs nods, still in shock. "What...what do we do?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen sighs, knowing the road ahead won't be easy, but she's determined to navigate it with Plankton. They manage to get Plankton to his feet, his body weak and his mind still groggy from the seizure. His eye darts around the room, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Karen's voice is soft, a gentle guide leading him back to reality. "Let's go to the couch," she says, her arm supporting his weight. Mr. Krabs watches, his claws fidgeting nervously. "Should I... call someone?" he asks, his voice full of uncertainty. Karen shakes her head. "We have to keep it calm," she whispers. "The aftermath can be just as overwhelming." They sit on the couch, Plankton's body leaning heavily into hers. Her arm is around him, her hand stroking his antennae in a rhythm designed to soothe. He looks up at her, his eye still a little wild. "What happened?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "You had a seizure," Karen explains gently, her voice a balm to his frayed nerves. "It's part of your autism, sweetie. It's okay." She can see the fear in his gaze, the unspoken questions. She pulls a blanket over his shoulders, his body shaking from the residual adrenaline. Plankton nods, his antennae twitching as he tries to process the information. He looks down at his trembling hands, wondering how they could have betrayed him so suddenly. Karen hands him a glass of water, her fingers brushing against his in a silent promise of support. He takes a sip, the cool liquid sliding down his throat, helping to clear the fog in his mind. "I'm...sorry," Plankton mumbles, his voice barely a whisper. He looks up at Mr. Krabs, who's still standing awkwardly by the door. "I didn't mean to...to accuse you..." His antennae droop with regret. Mr. Krabs's expression softens, his eyes filling with understanding. "It's okay, Plankton," he says, his voice gentle. "We all have our moments." He takes a tentative step forward. "What can I do?" Karen glances at him, gratitude warring with the protectiveness she feels for Plankton. "Just give us some space," she says, her tone firm but not unkind. "We need to get him through this." Mr. Krabs nods slowly, his face a mix of sadness and concern. "I understand," he says, his voice thick. He backs out of the room, his eyes never leaving Plankton's huddled form. The door clicks shut, and the room feels smaller, safer. Karen's arm tightens around his shoulders, her warmth a shield against the cold world outside. Plankton leans into her, his body still shaking slightly. He starts to calm down, the tremors fading like ripples in a pond. "I'm...I'm okay," he whispers, his antennae stilling. Karen nods, her eyes searching his face for any sign of distress. "Do you want to take a nap?" she suggests softly. Plankton nods, his eye drooping with exhaustion. They move to the bedroom, the light dimming as they go. Karen helps him into bed, his limbs feeling like jelly. The blankets are a cocoon, his retreat from the world. Her hand brushes his antennae, a silent assurance as she leaves him to the embrace of slumber. He closes his eye, letting the comfort of the darkness envelop him. His body relaxes into the softness of the mattress, his muscles melting away the tension of the day. The bed's embrace is like a gentle whisper, telling his overstimulated mind to rest, to let go. He sighs, his antennae dropping to the pillow like tired leaves in the fall. Meanwhile, Karen goes to Mr. Krabs, who's waiting outside the chum bucket. "I'm sorry for Plankton's outburst," she says, her eyes apologetic. Mr. Krabs waves a dismissive claw. "Don't worry 'bout it," he says. "He's been through a lot today." Karen nods, her expression serious. "It's more than that," she says, her voice low. "He's autistic." Mr. Krabs's eyes widen, his understanding dawning, a newfound respect in his gaze. "I had no idea," he murmurs. "How can I help?" "Just be patient," Karen replies. "And maybe...maybe we can talk later, after he's had some rest." Mr. Krabs nods, his expression thoughtful. "Of course," he says, his voice subdued. "Whatever he needs."
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PATRICK PLANKTON 1/4 (NEURODIVERGENT AUTHOR) Patrick went in the Chum Bucket where Plankton lives with Karen. "Welcome to the Chum Bucket Patrick," Karen called out. Patrick waved back, eyes lighting up at the sight of the various contraptions and inventions that lined the walls. He always found Plankton's fascinating, a stark contrast to the bright and bustling SpongeBob's pineapple house. The Chum Bucket was like a treasure trove of mysteries waiting to be uncovered, and Patrick loved a good mystery. He wandered further into the lab, his footsteps echoing off the metal floors, each step revealing more of Plankton's ingenious creations. Suddenly he spotted a tiny figure hunched over a book on a couch. It was Plankton, his single eyeball glued to the pages, oblivious to the world around him. The book's title, "101 Ways to Steal the Krabby Patty Secret Formula," was barely visible under a thick layer of dust. "Hey, Plankton!" Patrick bellowed, his voice booming like a foghorn in the small, cluttered space. The sudden noise caused Plankton to jump, sending his book flying into the air. "What are you reading?" Karen, who had been quietly watching the scene unfold from her desk, couldn't help but notice that Plankton had not moved a muscle since the book flew from his grasp. His body remained rigid, his eyeball unblinking. Concern crept into her voice as she called out to him, "Plankton, are you ok?" The tiny villain didn't respond, his expression frozen in a silent scream. Patrick looked around, puzzled. "Is he playing a game?" he asked, his tone hinting at the innocent curiosity that often got him into trouble. Karen recognized immediately went to the couch and sat by Plankton, Patrick not knowing what's happening. Karen's gaze fell upon Plankton's unblinking eye and she knew instantly what was wrong. He was in a state of sensory overload. She had seen it happen before, though Patrick hasn't. She gently touched his shoulder, trying to coax him back to reality. "Plankton, sweetiep," she cooed. Patrick's puzzled expression grew more concerned as he took in Plankton's unresponsive state. "What happened to him, Karen?" he asked, his voice quieter now, a hint of worry in his tone. "It's his sensory shutdown, Patrick," Karen explained softly, stroking Plankton's arm gently. "It's like his brain got too full of thoughts and had to take a little break. It's ok, he'll be fine." She knew this was something he'd have to come out of on his own. She had been there for him countless times before, each instance more terrifying than the last, but she had learned patience was key. Patrick, still not fully grasping the situation, knelt beside the couch. He leaned in closer to Plankton nearly touching the little plankton's face. "Hey buddy you ok?" he asked, his voice now a gentle whisper. Karen put a hand on Patrick's arm, gently guiding him back. "Just give him some space, Patrick," she instructed. "He'll come around. This happens when he's really stressed or overwhelmed." Patrick nodded slowly, his eyes still glued to his friend. He didn't fully understand, but he knew that Karen knew what she was talking about. He stepped back, allowing Karen to continue her soothing whispers to Plankton. The room grew quiet, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock that had long ago lost track of time and the soft hum of machines in the background. The tension in the air was palpable, as if it too was holding its breath, waiting for Plankton to snap out of his frozen state. "You can do it, Plankton," she encouraged. "Just breathe." Plankton's body slowly relaxed, and his eye blinked, finally coming back into focus. He looked around, bewildered, as if he had just woken from a particularly vivid nightmare. "Karen?" he croaked, his voice weak and trembling. "I'm here, Plankton," she said, her hand still resting on his arm. "You had another shutdown, but it's over now." His eye narrowed on Patrick, who was now standing awkwardly by the couch. "What?" Plankton snapped. Patrick's eyes widened. "I-I just want to see what was wrong," he stuttered. "Well, nothing's wrong with me!" Plankton spat pushing himself up from the couch. "But you were just..." Patrick started to protest. "I said there's nothing wrong!" Patrick took a step back. "But..." "Just leave me alone!" Plankton shouted, echoing off the cold metal walls. Patrick's smile faded, and he looked down. He hadn't meant to upset his friend, but he couldn't help but feel confused and hurt by Plankton's sudden outburst. "I-I'm sorry, Plankton," he murmured. "I didn't mean to... I just..." "You just what?" Plankton cut him off, antennae quivering with irritation. "You just don't know to mind your business do you?" "But I just..." "I said leave me alone!" Plankton barked again, his tiny frame shaking with anger. Patrick took another step back, his eyes brimming with confusion. "Plankton..." "What part of 'leave me alone' don't you understand?" Plankton retorted. Patrick's eyes searched the room, desperate to find something to say or do that would fix the situation. The air grew thick with the tension of Plankton's frustration and Patrick's fear of losing a friendship he had worked hard to maintain despite their many differences. "I just..." he began again, his voice trailing off as he tried to find the right words. "What is it?" Plankton snarled, impatience growing with each passing second. Patrick took a deep breath, trying to compose his thoughts. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok because I don't know what's wrong with you," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "Wrong with me?" Plankton's voice grew louder, his tiny fists clenching at his sides. "You think there's something wrong with me?!" Patrick took another step back, his eyes never leaving Plankton's furious gaze. "Well, you know you were just sitting there, not moving..." "It's none of your business!" Plankton yelled, his antennae quivering with rage. "What's it to you anyway?" Karen, who had been watching the exchange with a growing sense of unease, knew that she had to intervene. She could see the hurt in Patrick's eyes and the turmoil within Plankton's, and she knew that their friendship was hanging by a thread. Carefully, she stood up from her chair and approached the two, her movements deliberate and calming. "Plankton, honey, let's not get too worked up," she said placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Patrick didn't mean any harm. He's just worried about you." Patrick nodded emphatically, his hands raised in a gesture of peace. "Yeah, buddy, I just want to help." But Plankton's anger didn't subside. "You don't get it do you? I don't need your help, or your pity. I just want you to leave me alone!" Karen's gaze softened as she looked at her husband. "Patrick, I know you mean well, but sometimes Plankton needs his space." Patrick's eyes darted from Karen to Plankton, his confusion now mixed with a hint of sadness. "But, I thought..." Karen stepped between them, her eyes filled with understanding. "Patrick, sometimes Plankton just needs a moment." She turned to Plankton, her voice firm but gentle. "And Plankton, you know Patrick only wants to be there for you." Plankton's eye narrowed, but he didn't argue. He just nodded curtly, embracing her hand. "Ok," Patrick murmured, his voice heavy with disappointment. "Look, Patrick," Karen said, her voice measured and soothing, "Plankton's got a condition." Karen turns to Plankton as Patrick comes back by them. "Plankton, may you explain to Patrick?" Plankton let out a heavy sigh, his tiny shoulders rising and falling dramatically. Patrick's expression grew more concerned, his pink star-shaped body inching closer to the couple. "Plankton, don't be scared.." "I'm not scared!" Plankton barked, his antennae shooting straight up. "I just don't need you poking in to my business!" Patrick's eyes grew wide, and he took a tentative step back. "But..." "But nothing!" Plankton spat, curling inward to Karen. "I don't need your help, I don't need your pity, and I certainly don't need you treating me like some sort of lab experiment!" Ignoring the barb, Patrick took a step closer, his tentacles reaching out to pat Plankton's shoulder. It was a gesture of comfort he'd seen SpongeBob use countless times, and it had always worked to soothe his frayed nerves. But as soon as his hand made contact, Plankton flinched violently, as if he'd been scalded. "Don't touch me!" he yelled, shoving Patrick's hand away. Patrick's eyes went wide, and he took a hasty step back, his tentacles retreating into his body. "I'm sorry, Plankton," he stammered, his voice full of genuine remorse. "I didn't mean to..."
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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 17 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) The next morning, Karen gets a text from Plankton's dental office for a check up and routine cleaning. So Karen decided to go down stairs to awaken him, and Chip, so they can go. She finds them both asleep by each other still on the couch. Gently, she shakes Plankton's shoulder. "Honey," she says, her voice a soft caress. "You've got a dentist appointment." Plankton's eye snaps open, his antennae twitching. Chip opens his eyes. Plankton sits up with a start, his body stiff from the night on the couch. He looks at Karen, his expression a mix of confusion and dread. "Dentist?" he repeats, his voice cracking. Karen nods, her eyes filled with concern. "It's okay," she says, her voice soothing. "We'll go together, all of us." Karen's eyes are filled with understanding as she helps Plankton to his feet. Chip rises from his spot, his expression a mix of worry and determination. The drive to the dentist's office is quiet, the tension palpable. Once they arrive, they go up to the receptionist desk. The receptionist, a cheery octopus, greets them with a smile. "Good morning, Mr. Plankton," she says. "You're here for your 9 AM appointment, aren't you?" Plankton nods. "Yes," Karen says. "He's with hygienist named Zoe.." But then the receptionist interrupts her. "Oh, Zoe doesn't work here anymore. She's been replaced by a new hygienist, named Jill." Plankton's antennae droop, his face paling. Change was never his friend, especially when it came to routine. "But I've always had her," he whispers, his voice tight with anxiety. Karen's hand squeezes his shoulder, her eyes filled with understanding. "It'll be okay," she murmurs. "We'll make it work. We can tell her about your autistic needs." The waiting room is a cacophony of sounds, the buzz of the fluorescent lights, the hum of the air conditioner, the distant drill, and the muffled chatter of other patients. Plankton starts rocking back and forth. Karen notices the signs of his anxiety building, his antennae twitching with every new sound. She leans over, whispering. "We'll tell them what you need." Chip looks at his dad's stimming. "Why's he rocking?" Chip asks Karen. She whispers back, "It's a way he self-soothes, a common autistic trait. It's his way to deal with restlessness." The new hygienist, Jill, enters the waiting room. "Plankton?" Plankton's antennae shoot up, his body tense. "Yes," Karen says, smiling warmly. "This is my husband, Plankton, and our son, Chip." She nods towards Chip. They stand up and follow Jill. Jill's office is a minefield of sensory stimuli. The bright lights, the smell of antiseptic, and the shiny metal instruments glinting on the tray. Plankton's body tightens with each step closer to the chair. Karen notices, and whispers, "Remember what we talked about, Plankton. You can handle this." He nods, his antennae flicking nervously.
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NOTHING BUT THE WISDOM TRUTH vi "I... I just want to make sure he's ok," Krabs said. "He's not in a good place right now," Karen admitted. "Tell him... I didn't mean to embarrass him, that I'm sorry for... everything." "I'll let him know," she said. Heading into the bedroom she found Plankton fast asleep, his face a picture of peace amidst the chaos of his mind, a stark contrast to the turmoil she knew was churning within him. She knew waking him would only stir up more pain and anger, so she decided to let him rest. Karen sat on the edge of the bed, watching him sleep. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the gentle snores a soothing soundtrack to the quiet room. She reached out to brush his antennae, with love and concern. Karen knew this wisdom teeth extraction had taken a toll on him, but she had no idea the depth of his embarrassment til she saw the photo. The next morning, Plankton woke to Karen's gentle humming. The stiffness in his jaw had subsided to a dull throb. As he sat up, the events of the previous day crashed down on him like a tidal wave. Karen turned, her smile fading as she took in his expression. "You're up," she said tentatively. Plankton nodded, jaw still aching. "Krabs called," Karen said, breaking the silence. Plankton's eye snapped to hers, his body tensing. "What." Karen took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm. "He said he's sorry for everything," she replied, her voice measured. "And that he didn't mean to embarrass you." Plankton stared at her, his jaw clenched. Karen understood the depth of his pain. "Maybe it wasn't about embarrassment," she suggested gently. "Maybe he was just trying to help." Plankton snorted, but the anger in his eye was fading, replaced by something closer to defeat. "Help." he repeated. "From Krabs!" Karen nodded. "He seemed genuinely concerned," she said. "And he did bring over those jellyfish for you." Plankton's skeptical, but didn't argue. Mr. Krabs wasn't exactly known for warm and fuzzy moments. But the idea that he had shown any care was unsettling. He always seen Krabs as the epitome of greed and self-interest, this newer side as unwelcome as the pain in his mouth. But as the day wore on, Plankton couldn't shake the feeling there's more to the story. Despite pride, he was curious about what happened between them. He knew he had to confront Krabs to set things straight, to regain some semblance of control over. So, when Mr. Krabs appeared at the chum bucket door, unannounced and looking unusually nervous, Plankton's curiosity won over. He begrudgingly let him in, posture stiff. Mr. Krabs fidgeted, his claws twitching as he looked around the cluttered room. "Plankton," he began, his voice tentative. "I know I've not always been the... the most sensitive crab in the sea, but I never meant to cause ye distress." Plankton's eye narrowed. "What do you want?" he demanded, his voice gruff. Mr. Krabs took a deep breath, his claws fidgeting. "I just... I wanted to apologize," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "For the photo. For... everything." Plankton's eye never left Mr. Krabs' face. "You had no right," he said, his voice cold. Mr. Krabs swallowed. "I know," he admits. "But I didn't mean for it to go viral. Pearl... she's young, she doesn't understand the implications." Mr. Krabs shifted uncomfortably. "I don't expect anything," he said. "But I want to explain. You were in a lot of pain, and I just... I just wanted to help." Plankton's expression unyielding. "And what exactly?" Mr. Krabs took a step back, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. "Well, you were delirious," he began. "You talked a bit, but it was mostly nonsense." Plankton wasn't satisfied. "I want details?" Mr. Krabs sighed heavily, his shoulders dropping. "You talked about the good ol' days," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And how, despite our rivalry, we've always had a... a sort of respect for each other." Plankton felt a flicker of something in his chest, but pushed it aside. "Respect?" he sneered. "You expect me to believe that?" Mr. Krabs nodded, his eyes earnest. "It's the truth," he said. "You talked about how we've been through a lot together, even though we're enemies." Plankton felt his anger dissipate with a strange curiosity. "Why?" he asked, his voice softer. "Why would I?" Mr. Krabs shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know," he admitted. "Maybe anesthesia brought out some hidden feelings?" Plankton's antennae quivered with irritation. "Hidden feelings!" he echoed. "You're telling me I have feelings for you?" Mr. Krabs' face flushed a deep red. "No, no, no!" he sputtered, holding up his claws defensively. "It's just... you were out of it, Plankton, unable to know what you were saying." But Plankton wasn't letting it go. "I need to know," he insisted, his voice low and intense. "What did I say to you?" Mr. Krabs squirmed, his eyes darting around the room. "It's... it's nothing, really," he stammered. "Just random, incoherent babble." But Plankton's gaze was unyielding. "Tell me," he demanded. Mr. Krabs took a deep breath, eyes downcast. "You called me your... your best friend," he murmured. "And you said you admire me." Plankton's eye bulged, his antennae standing straight up. "Admired you?" he echoed, his voice incredulous. Mr. Krabs nodded, his cheeks burning. "Yes," he said, his voice barely audible. "But it was just the medication, I'm sure." Plankton's mind reeled at the revelation. Best friend? Admired? Inconceivable. He had spent his life plotting against Mr. Krabs, trying to steal the Krabby Patty secret, and here he was, confessing his admiration and friendship? A nightmare. "Why would I?" he croaked, his voice a mix of disbelief and anger. Mr. Krabs shuffled his feet. "I told ya," he repeated. "You were out of it, babbling about all sorts of things." But Plankton's mind was racing, trying to piece together the puzzle of his subconscious. "What else did I do?" he pressed, his voice tight. Mr. Krabs fidgeted, his eyes darting around the room. "You... you also thanked me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "For being here." Plankton's jaw dropped, his arms flailing. "Thanked you?" he echoed, his voice filled with disbelief. "What, exactly?" Mr. Krabs squirmed, his eyes darting around the room. "You said I was a... friend," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "And that you were grateful for my help." Plankton quivered with rage. "Grateful?" he spat, his voice filled with revulsion. "To you?" Mr. Krabs looked down at his claws, his eyes pleading. "I know it's hard to believe," he said. "But you were in a lot of pain, and the medication can do funny things." Plankton's mind raced, trying to process this new information. He had always seen Mr. Krabs as the epitome of everything he despised: greedy, selfish, and always one step ahead in their eternal dance for the Krabby Patty secret. But here he was, describing a moment Plankton couldn't even remember. "What else?" Plankton demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "What other humiliating things?" Mr. Krabs took a deep breath, his eyes flicking up to meet Plankton's. "Well, you dozed off during my story," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. "You leaned against me, and before I knew it, you were out cold." Plankton's tentacles stilled, his mind racing with the absurdity of the situation. "Story time?" he echoed, his voice laced with disbelief. "I fell asleep on your shoulder?" Mr. Krabs nodded, his face a picture of awkwardness. "It was quite... unexpected," he said, his eyes darting around the room. "But you seemed to enjoy it." Plankton stared at him, his mind reeling. "What was the story?" he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper. Mr. Krabs' cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. "It was about... You, per your request." Plankton's eye widened. Mr. Krabs nodded, turning a shade of red that matched his shell. "Yeah," he said, his voice small. "You said you liked the sound of my voice. It's the anesthesia," he said, his voice gentle. "It can do funny things to a body, make 'em say and do things they wouldn't normally." Plankton tightened around the ice pack, his mind racing. He had always seen Mr. Krabs as his sworn enemy, the one who stood between him and the Krabby Patty secret. But here was Krabs, describing a moment of intimacy that was as far from their usual interactions as the moon was from the ocean floor. Mr. Krabs cleared his throat, in discomfort. "It's alright, Plankton," he said, his voice gruff. "It's not something anyone needs to know about." But Plankton was insistent, his curiosity piqued. "I need to know," he said, his voice a mix of anger and desperation. "How did it happen?" Mr. Krabs sighed, eyes dropping to the floor. "Well," he began, his voice halting. "You seemed to get tired," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your eye closed, and your head just... kind of fell onto my shoulder." Plankton's antennae twitched with discomfort, his cheeks burning. "And?" "Well, you were in pain," he said, his voice gruff. "I didn't want to disturb you ." Karen watched the exchange from the doorway. She knew Plankton was tough, but this was a side of him she had never seen before. Vulnerable and exposed. "Mr. Krabs," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "Thank you for coming over." Mr. Krabs looked up, his eyes darting to her before returning to Plankton. "It's no trouble, Karen," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I just wanted to make sure he's okay." Karen nodded, her gaze never leaving Plankton's face. "I think we can handle it from here," she said, her tone firm but not unkind. Mr. Krabs' eyes darted between the two of them, fidgeting. "If... if there's anything I can do," he offered, his voice trailing off. Karen gave a small smile filled with gratitude. "I think we got it from here," she said. "But thank you for caring."
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PATRICK PLANKTON 3/4 (NEURODIVERGENT AUTHOR) "Here," he said, awkwardly offering a tentacle to help Plankton to his feet. "Let me help you." But Plankton slapped his hand away, his shivering growing more intense. "No," he whispered, his voice barely audible. His body was a wreck of tremors, his tiny frame visibly struggling to hold itself upright. Patrick looked at Karen, his eyes pleading for guidance. Karen nodded gently, understanding the unspoken question. "Just give him some space," she whispered back. The tension in the room was palpable as Patrick took a step back, his tentacles retracting into his body. Plankton's shivering grew worse, his tiny frame seemingly shrinking before their eyes. He wrapped his arms around himself, his legs giving out beneath him. Before Karen could even react, Patrick's instincts took over. He lunged forward, catching Plankton in his strong, star-shaped embrace, preventing him from hitting the cold metal floor. The impact was jarring, but Patrick's concern for his friend outweighed any discomfort he might have felt. "Whoa, buddy," he murmured, his tentacles embracing Plankton's shoulders. "You ok?" Karen watched the scene unfold with a mix of surprise and admiration for the starfish's intuitive care. "P-Patrick," Plankton stuttered, his body still convulsing slightly. Patrick's eyes searched Plankton's face for any sign of pain or discomfort, his tentacles tightening around his friend's shaking body. "It's ok," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the fear that was knotting his insides. "You just had a little episode, but you're ok now." Plankton's body stiffened, his antennae sticking straight out in alarm. "What are you doing?" he hissed, his voice a mix of anger and fear. "Just trying to help," Patrick said, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "You're shaking, and I don't want you to fall." Plankton's antennae drooped, the fight draining from him. "I..." he murmured, wanting to escape Patrick's grasp. But Patrick held firm. "You lean on Karen, yet it's ok to lean on someone else too." Plankton's eye searched the room, desperate to find a way out of this embarrassing situation. "I-I don't need..." But his protests were cut short by a wave of dizziness that washed over him. His legs buckled. "Let me go," he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. Patrick's tentacles tightened around Plankton slightly, but he didn't let go. "You need to relax," he said softly. "Just breathe." Plankton's shivering grew worse, his teeth chattering like a typewriter on overdrive. "Can't... can't breathe," he managed to get out. Karen stepped in, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and understanding. "Plankton," she said, her voice calm and even, "you need to relax. You're safe." "But he's..." Plankton's protests were cut off by another tremor that rippled through his body. "I know, buddy," Patrick said gently. "But sometimes we all need a little help, even if we don't want to admit it." "Get. Off. Me!" he spat, his voice filled with a desperation that made Patrick's heart ache. But Patrick didn't move. He just held Plankton closer. "You're safe. I just don't want you to..." Plankton's tremors grew more violent, and his eye rolled back into his head again. His tiny body convulsed in Patrick's arms, his antennae flailing wildly. "Patrick, let go!" Karen's voice was sharp with fear. "You're making it worse!" Patrick's tentacles loosened their grip, and Plankton slumped back onto the bed, his body still quivering uncontrollably. Karen's robotic hands moved with surprising gentleness as she tucked him in, scanning his form for any sign of injury. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice a soothing hum. "You're safe now." Patrick hovered nearby, his heart racing. He didn't know what to say or do to make things right. The sight of his friend in such distress was more than he could bear. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his tentacles wringing in his hands. "I didn't mean to..." But Plankton's shivering had stopped, his body going slack. His antennae had dropped to his side, and his single eye was closed. Karen checked his pulse again, her expression unreadable. "He's okay," she said finally, her voice a mix of relief and exhaustion. "Just needs to rest." Patrick hovered by the bedside, feeling helpless. "What can I do?" he asked, his tentacles twitching with the need to help in some way. Karen looked up at him, her expression a mix of gratitude and weariness. "Just be here," she murmured. "And maybe... maybe don't touch him again." Patrick nodded solemnly, his tentacles drooping in defeat. "Okay," he murmured. "I'll just stay." He watched as Karen continued to monitor Plankton's condition, her mechanical movements a stark contrast to the tender way she treated her husband. The silence in the room was heavy with unspoken words and fear. "I had no idea," Patrick whispered, his gaze never leaving Plankton's still form. "It's not something he talks about," Karen said gently. "But you should know. Plankton's episodes are often triggered by sudden movements, loud noises, or physical contact." Patrick nodded, his gaze still on Plankton. "I didn't mean to scare him," he said softly. Karen's eyes met his, filled with understanding. "I know, Patrick," she said. "But you have to understand, Plankton's condition makes him sensitive to certain things." Patrick nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving Plankton's face. "What exactly are triggers?" he asked, his voice a low murmur. "Well," Karen began, her voice taking on the tone of a teacher explaining a complex concept, "triggers are basically anything that sets off Plankton's condition. They can be anything from a sudden sound to someone touching him without warning. It's like his brain gets overstimulated and shuts down to protect itself." Patrick listened intently, his eyes never leaving Plankton's still form. "So, I shouldn't..." Karen interrupted gently, "you shouldn't surprise him, especially with physical contact." Patrick nodded, his tentacles stilling as he took in the gravity of the situation. He had never thought about how his actions could affect someone in such a profound way. "How can I help then?" he asked, his voice small. "Just be there," Karen said, her hand patting his shoulder. "Talk to him, keep things calm. And if he starts to get overwhelmed, just let him be. Sometimes, that's all he needs." Patrick nodded, taking in her words. He knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he could do this. Be there for his friend without smothering him. He could be that rock that Plankton could lean on without crushing him. "Okay," he murmured, "I can do that." Karen turned her attention back to Plankton, her robotic eyes scanning his body for any signs of improvement. "He's resting now," she said, her voice a soft whisper. "But he might be irritable when he wakes up." Patrick nodded, his gaze never leaving his friend. "What can I do to make sure he doesn't get to upset?" he asked, his tentacles twitching with anxiety. "Look for signs," Karen said. "If his antennae start to twitch, or he seems distant it might be time to give him some space." Patrick nodded, his eyes searching Plankton for any signs of distress. He didn't want to cause his friend any more pain, especially after seeing him like this. "What else?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Look at his breathing," Karen instructed, her gaze focused on Plankton's chest rising and falling in slow, shallow movements. "If it gets rapid or erratic, he's likely overwhelmed." Patrick nodded, watching intently as Plankton's chest moved with each breath. "Ok" he murmured, "I'll keep an eye on that." Karen's gaze softened, looking up at the starfish. "It's more than just that, Patrick," she said gently. "It's about understanding him, knowing what sets him off." Patrick nodded, his eyes focused on Plankton. "So, what are the signs?" Karen paused, considering her words carefully. "Well, it's like reading a book," she began. "You have to pay attention to the little things, the subtle cues that tell you how he's feeling." "Subtle cues?" he repeated, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Yes," Karen nodded. "Like how he reacts when you touch him. Sometimes, it can be soothing. Other times, it can be overwhelming." She paused, her eyes scanning Plankton's form for any signs of distress. "It's all about reading his cues." Patrick leaned in closer, his tentacles stilling. "How do know if it's helping or hurting, or what type of touching?" "It's different for everyone with his condition," Karen explained, still on Plankton's sleeping form. "But for Plankton, it's usually about pressure." Patrick's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" Karen demonstrated with her robotic arm, applying gentle pressure to Patrick's shoulder. "Like this," she whispered. "Soft, comforting touches can help him feel grounded." Patrick tentatively reached out with a tentacle, mimicking the light touch. He watched as Plankton's sleeping body tensed for a moment before relaxing slightly. "Is that ok?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur. "Just keep it gentle," Karen reminded him, her eyes still on her husband. "And pay attention to his reactions."
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EACH WISDOM โ…” The cool evening air hits Plankton, and his eye widens with delight. "Look, Karen!" He points to a tree. "Itsh got weaves!" The leaves rustle gently in the breeze, and Plankton watches with the fascination of a child. Karen laughs, the tension of the day melting away as she helps him into the passenger seat. "Ish a... a... a bwue caw!" He giggles. Starting the engine, Karen glances at her still-woozy husband, his cheeks bulging like a chipmunk with gauze. "Ready to go?" She asks. Plankton nods, his eye still on the tree. "Weee!" He says as they pull out of the parking lot. "Mooo!" He exclaims. "What?" Karen asks, smiling. Plankton points out the window. "Itsh a caw," he insists, his voice slurred. "Are you buckled in Plankton?" She says. He nods. The car rolls on, Plankton's head lolling as he tries to take in the world around him. "Wook, Karen! Itsh a... a... a... b...b...big...bwue...b...b...ball!" He squeals, pointing at the sky. Karen laughs. His hand reaches out to touch it, smacking against the car window. "It's okay, it won't come in the car." He giggles, satisfied with her explanation. "The wightsh awe twinkling!" He says, his voice filled with amazement. They drive past a playground, and his gaze lingers on the swings. "Can we stob?" he asks, his words still thick. Karen laughs. "Not now, honey." "But I wanna go widing on the sheeping sheep!" His voice is plaintive, like a child denied a favorite toy. She shakes her head. "Your mouth needs to rest," she says. He pouts, his bottom lip sticking out. "But I can't feel it," he whines, his speech still slurred. "It's okay," she soothes, her voice calm and loving. "We'll go to the park another day." As they pull into their driveway, Plankton's eye light up again. "Home!" he exclaims. Karen helps him out of the car, his legs still unsteady, when they see Mr. Krabs, Plankton's rival. But he waves. "Hi, Mr. Kwabby!" Karen stifles a laugh. "Hi, Mr. Krabs," she says politely. "Plankton's had his wisdom teeth out." Mr. Krabs looks surprised, then chuckles. "Looks like he's lost his marbles too," he jokes. Plankton frowns, then smiles. "Marbulls?" He tries to laugh. "I wike marbulls! Can Krabs play wif me?" He giggles. So Mr. Krabs follows them inside. Karen helps Plankton into the house, his arms wrapped around her like a child seeking comfort. "Wook, Karen!" He says, pointing at their couch. "It'sh our shofa! So shofy!" Krabs sits beside him while Karen gets Plankton comfortable. "Now, just rest," she says, placing a pillow under his head. "You need to take it easy." Plankton nods, his eye already half-closed. "But I'm not tidewed, I'm all woke up!" He protests, his voice still high and slurred. Mr. Krabs chuckles. "It's the drugs, Plankton. They make you feel weird." "Weirdish?" Plankton repeats, his eye opening wider. "Yeah, weirdish," Krabs confirms. "Karen, ish thish wove?" He asks. Karen chuckles to herself, shaking her head. "It's a pillow, honey," she calls out. "Ish a wove!" Plankton declares, his voice filled with excitement. "It's so...so...so flaffy!" His hand waves in the air, trying to grasp the concept. Mr. Krabs laughs, snapping a selfie of them. "Look, I got you a surprise," Karen says, bringing in a bowl of ice cream. Plankton's eye lights up. "But remember, no straws," she warns, handing him a spoon. He takes it eagerly, his eyes never leaving the frozen treat as she removes his gauze. Mr. Krabs watches with amusement as Plankton's face contorts in an attempt to scoop out a bite. The first taste hits his numb tongue, and he makes a sound between a moan and a squeal. "It'sh sho cold!" He laughs, the sound high and unexpected from his throat. Karen and Krabs exchange a knowing glance. "Careful, Plankton," she says, a mix of laughter and concern in her voice. Plankton takes another bite, his face a mask of pure bliss. He turns to Mr. Krabs, his speech still slurred. "Tank youw for wooking after me, Mr. Kwabby," he says, his voice thick with affection. Mr. Krabs is taken aback by the sudden warmth, not used to such kindness from his rival. He clears his throat, unsure of how to respond. "You're welcome, Plankton," Krabs says awkwardly. Plankton reaches over and pats Krabs on the arm. "Ish... ish... ish wike youw my... my... my besht fwiend!" He giggles, his speech barely coherent. Karen watches the exchange with wonder. "You guys okay over there?" she asks, smiling. Plankton nods vigorously, his spoonful of ice cream threatening to topple. "Wesh fine! Besht fwends!" Mr. Krabs coughs, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Well, I should...uh... get go..." But Plankton, in his loopy state, isn't ready to let go. "No, no, Mr. Kwabby!" He grabs Krabs' arm. "Youw gotta shay! We're besht fwiends!" Mr. Krabs is torn between laughing and being touched by Plankton's sudden affection. He's never seen the tiny creature like this before, and it's a side of him he never knew existed. "Okay, okay," he says, patting Plankton on the shoulder. "I'll stay for a little bit." "Tank you, Mr. Kwabby," he slurs, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "You're a gwed one." Karen watches, her heart swelling with love. And Mr. Krabs, despite his usual gruff demeanor, can't help but feel a warmth spread through him as Plankton snuggles closer, his head lolling onto him. "You know," Plankton says, his voice drowsy and slurred, "Ish always wanted to be wike you, Mr. Kwabby. Big and stwong." Mr. Krabs looks surprised, then his expression softens. "Is that right?" He snaps another selfie. Plankton's eye droops heavily. "Ish...so...tiwed..." he mumbles. Karen chuckles, watching her husband's antics, his head falling onto Mr. Krabs' shoulder. Krabs, not expecting the sudden weight, jolts a bit. "Plankton?" But Plankton's snores are the only response. His mouth is still open, a small trickle of drool escaping onto Mr. Krabs' shirt. Karen laughs, shaking her head. "Looks like he's out," she says. Mr. Krabs looks at her, a hint of surprise in his eye. "Well, I guess I should...uh...go?" But Karen just smiles, taking the bowl of ice cream from Plankton's limp hand. "You can stay if you want. He'll be out for a bit." The room is quiet except for the occasional snore. Plankton's body relaxes into Krabs' side, his breathing deep and even. Karen watches them, her mind racing with thoughts. The sight of her usually scheming husband, now a babbling, sleeping mess, is both comforting and bizarre. Mr. Krabs snaps the third selfie. "I guess I should go," Mr. Krabs says, his voice slightly awkward. "But it's good to see him like this." Karen nods, her smile tender. "He's always so... so... Plankton," she says, searching for the right words. "But this is... refreshing." Mr. Krabs looks at her, his own smile growing. "I know what you mean," he says. "He's usually got his head in his schemes." Karen nods again. "But now he's just... loopy." She giggles. Plankton's snores grow louder, his body going slack against Krabs. "Looks like he's really out for the count," Krabs says, his voice a mix of amusement and concern. "Do you need any help getting him to bed?" Karen smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkling with affection. "No, I got it. But thank you for offering." She gently lifts Plankton's head, moving it to a more comfortable angle on the pillow. His snores don't even falter. Mr. Krabs nods, standing up. "Okay, well, if you need anything, just call." He starts to leave, his eyes lingering on the unusual sight of Plankton, his usual adversary, so vulnerable. "Thanks, Mr. Krabs," Karen says sincerely. "It really means a lot." He pauses at the door, turning back. "Karen... about what he said... about wanting to be big and strong like me. I know we've had our...differences, but Plankton's got his own strengths. He's... he's pretty clever, you know?" Karen nods. "I know, Mr. Krabs. He's got a heart of gold, even if it's wrapped in a bit of... mischief." Mr. Krabs chuckles. "That he does." They stand in companionable silence for a moment before Mr. Krabs clears his throat. "Well, I'd better get going." Karen nods, her eyes never leaving Plankton's peaceful face. "Thank you again for everything." Mr. Krabs nods, a hint of a smile on his own face. "No problem, Karen. Take care of him." With that, he leaves, closing the door gently behind him. Karen looks down at Plankton, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. The sight of him, so defenseless, makes her feel a mix of concern and warmth. As Krabs goes to his own house, he can't shake the image of Plankton, so trusting, so innocent in his anesthesia-induced stupor. It's not often he sees this side of him, and it's strange to realize that even his worst enemy can be... cute. Krabs shakes his head, trying to push the thought away. He's got a Krabby Patty empire to run, after all, no time for sentimentality, right? Krabs can't help but feel a twinge of something...soft. He sighs, his claws tapping on the countertop. The sight of the empty cash register brings him back to reality. Plankton might be vulnerable now, but come morning, he'll be as usual. But will Plankton even recall the day's events? He absentmindedly charges his phone before going into his own bedroom. He doesn't know his teenage daughter, Pearl, finds the three selfies on his phone..
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PATRICK PLANKTON 4/4 (NEURODIVERGENT AUTHOR) Patrick nodded, his tentacle hovering above Plankton's shoulder. He was about to touch him again when Karen spoke up. "Remember, Patrick," she said, her voice a soft hum, "it's all about his comfort. If he seems tense or pulls away, you know to ease off." Patrick nodded, his tentacle poised in the air ready to offer comfort without causing more distress. "Okay," he murmured his eyes never leaving Plankton's peaceful, if slightly troubled, face. "Soft and gentle.." "Yes," Karen said. "And if he flinches or seems more uncomfortable, I know to stop immediately." Patrick nodded solemnly retreating. "I don't wanna worsen," he whispered. "You won't," Karen assured him. "Just remember, Plankton's condition isn't your fault. And he's lucky to have a friend like you who cares enough to learn." Patrick nodded, his tentacles stilling as he absorbed the information. He looked down at his massive starfish body, feeling clumsy and awkward next to Plankton's frail frame. "How do I know if I'm touching him the right way?" he asked, his voice tentative. "Just watch for his reactions," Karen instructed, her robotic eyes flickering as she observed Plankton's peaceful expression. "If he relaxes, you're doing it right. If not, you're doing too much." Patrick nodded, his tentacles hovering anxiously. "But how do I show him interest and care, without touching?" Karen considered his question, her robotic brain processing. "Words can be powerful, too," she said finally. "Ask him about his day, what he's been working on. Show genuine interest in his life." Patrick nodded, his tentacles retracting slightly. "I can do that," he murmured. "Plankton enjoys talking about his inventions," Karen began. "He finds solace in the predictability of science and engineering. It's his way of making sense of the world." Patrick nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "So, I should ask him about his latest gizmo?" "Exactly," Karen said with a small smile. "And listen, really listen to what he has to say. It's his way of sharing his world with you." Patrick nodded, his eyes reflecting his determination to be a better friend. "Instead of physical affection, what else might he like to show I care?" he asked eager to learn more. "Plankton's quite fond of his pet, Spot," Karen said, her voice a mix of fondness and amusement. "You could offer to help play with Spot, or even bring a little treat for him." Patrick's eyes lit up at the mention of the tiny amoeba puppy. "Really?" he asked, his tentacles unfurling slightly. "Yes," Karen said with a smile, "Spot is a source of great comfort to him, they enjoy each other." She paused, considering. Patrick's tentacles began to twitch with excitement. "Could you get Spot?" he asked, his voice hopeful. "Maybe having Spot here would help him feel better when he wakes up." Karen's smile grew. "That's a wonderful idea, Patrick," she said, and glided out of the room, to get Spot. Plankton's antennae twitched, and his eye began to flutter open. "Wha..." Karen returned with Spot in tow, the little amoeba wagging its tail. She placed the small creature gently on the bed with Plankton. "Look who's here to see you," she said, voice a gentle coo. Plankton's antennae perked up at the sight of his little amoeba bounced over. Patrick watched as the tiny creature brought a rare smile to Plankton's face. "Hey, bud," Plankton murmured. Spot in Plankton's arms, licking his face with its tiny, slimy tongue. Plankton giggled. "Good boy," he murmured, his antennae twitching with delight. The sight of Spot's excitement seemed to ease some of the tension in his body. Patrick watched from the side, his tentacles twitching with the desire to join in the moment of levity. He knew he had to tread carefully, but he also knew Plankton's smile was worth it. "How about we play a game? Spot can come too." he suggested, voice soft and tentative. Karen nodded, her smile genuine. "That's a great idea. Plankton loves a good trivia game." Patrick's eyes lit up. "I know just the thing!" He dashed out of the room and returned with a battered old board game titled "Bikini Bottom Brainiac Challenge." "This is perfect," Karen said, her voice filled with relief. She knew how much Plankton enjoyed a good intellectual showdown. Patrick set up the game with shaky tentacles, and Plankton's antennae twitched with curiosity and eagerness. "What's the rules?" Plankton asked, his voice still a little raspy from his episode. He's still holding Spot. "Simple," Patrick said, his tentacles steady as he unfolded the board. "We take turns answering trivia questions. If you get one right, you move forward. If not you go back." Plankton's antennae wiggled with excitement. "I've got this," he declared, his competitive spirit briefly overriding his exhaustion. "Let's start with an easy one," Karen suggested, her robotic voice filled with a motherly concern. Patrick nodded, picking up a card. "Alright, Plankton," he began, his tone light, "who invented the telephone?" Plankton's antennae shot up. "Alexander Clam Bell," he said with a smug smile, and Spot barked in excitement. Karen chuckled. "Correct," she said, moving his game piece forward. "Patrick's question." Plankton pulled a card from the pile, his tentacles shaking slightly. "Okay," he said, "who was the first sea creature to walk on land?" Patrick thought for a moment, his tentacles tapping the side of his head. "I know this one," he exclaimed. "It was..." He paused, trying to remember the name from one of Mr. Krabs' many history lessons. "Gilligan!" Karen's robotic laugh filled the room. "I'm afraid not, Patrick. It was actually the first amphibian, not a sea creature, who walked on land." Plankton rolled his eye. "It's okay, Patrick. It was a good guess," he said, his tone kinder than the usual sarcasm. Patrick chuckled, feeling a bit silly. "Alright, I'll work on my history," he said, moving his piece back. "Your turn, Karen." The game continued, the tension in the room slowly dissipating with each question and laugh. Plankton's eye lit up with each answer he knew, his antennae waving with excitement. The simple act of playing together brought a sense of normalcy to the situation. Karen's questions were more science-based, which Plankton devoured. "What is the chemical composition of seawater?" she asked, her robotic eyes gleaming with challenge. "Easy," Plankton said, his voice growing stronger with each word. "It's mostly sodium chloride with traces of other salts and minerals." Patrick watched as Plankton's confidence grew with every correct answer, his antennae standing tall. The game was a balm to his friend's frazzled nerves, a gentle reminder of the Plankton he knew before the meltdown. "Your turn," he said. Karen's question was about the ocean's currents, and Plankton felt a twinge of excitement. "Oh, I know this one," he exclaimed. "It's all about the Coriolis Effect is what makes the water spin in different directions in the northern and southern hemispheres!" Patrick nodded, his tentacles twirling with enthusiasm. "Wow, Plankton, you're really good at this!" But as he went to roll the dice, his excitement got the better of him. The dice slipped from his grasp, bouncing straight Plankton's open eye. Plankton yelped in pain. Patrick's tentacles froze mid-air, his eyes wide with horror. "Oh no!" he exclaimed, reaching out to help his friend. But Plankton was already recoiling, his antennae flailing as he clutched his eye. "Ow!!" Patrick's heart sank. "I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, reaching out to comfort his friend. But Plankton was already on the defensive, arms swiping at the air as if trying to swat away the pain, his eye watering. Patrick's tentacles retreated immediately, the gravity of his mistake weighing heavy on him. "I didn't mean to," he said, his voice tight with regret. "I'm sorry, Plankton." Plankton's eye watered, and he blinked rapidly, trying to clear the pain. Karen's eyes went wide with alarm, and she was at his side in an instant. "Plankton?" Plankton rubs his eye with his tiny hand. "Just... just give me a moment." Patrick gets a small bag of ice with a cool cloth. "Here," he says, holding it out tentatively. "Cold might help Plankton.." Plankton's eye is still red and watery, but he takes the ice pack. "Thanks," he mumbles placing the cool compress on his eye. After a few moments, he lets out a sigh. "It's ok," he says, his voice a mix of pain and annoyance. "It may bruise." Patrick looks at him with a mix of relief and guilt. "Are you sure you're ok?" he asks, his tentacles hovering. "Yes!" Plankton exclaimed, antennae shooting up. He winced as he tried to open the eye fully, but the pain was too much. "But I can handle it," he said through gritted teeth. Plankton took a deep breath, the silence in the room thick with the sting of pain. He knew he had to say something, to apologize for how he treated Patrick. "Look," he began, gruff but sincere. "Sorry if I've been a bit... much.." Patrick's tentacles twitched with emotion. "It's ok, Plankton," he said, his voice thick. "I just didn't know how to help." "You're trying," Plankton said, antennae dropping slightly. "And that's more than anyone else has ever done, other than Karen and Spot of course." Plankton's antennae twitched, his voice a little softer than usual. "You're just to... to enthusiastic for me most times." Patrick nodded. "I'll be more careful," he murmured. Karen looked at him with a mix of gratitude and pity. "Patrick, it's not your fault," she said. "Plankton's condition is complex, and even I struggle to sometimes. Plankton's not like everyone else. He needs his space, his quiet and his routines." Patrick nodded, his tentacles drooping slightly. "I'll do better," he said, earnest.
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EACH WISDOM 3/3 The next morning, Plankton woke up on the couch. He looked around the room, blinking rapidly, trying to remember what had happened. "Karen?" He called out, his voice hoarse. She appeared from the kitchen, a knowing smile playing. "Good morning, sunshine," Karen says. "How's the mouth?" Plankton's hand shoots up to his jaw, his eye widening with remembrance. "Wisdom teeth," he mumbles, his speech still a bit slurred. He looks around the room, his gaze finally landing on the bowl of melted ice cream and the discarded gauze. "Whath's... whath happen'd?" Karen laughs lightly, handing him a glass of water. "You had your wisdom tee..." "Wisdom teeth," he finishes, his voice groggy. "I know." He sits up, wincing at the pain. "Buh I don't remember... goinโ€™ home." His hand goes to his cheeks, feeling the swollen jaw. "Nor anything thereafter." Karen sets the glass on the coffee table, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "You had quite the adventure," she says. Plankton falters, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. "I... I did?" "Remember the wightsh?" Karen asks, her smile uncontainable. Plankton looks at her, confusion clouding his features. "Wightsh?" "The lights," she prompts, trying not to laugh. "When you thought they were coming for you?" Plankton's eye narrows as he tries to recall. "I... I don't remember any lights," he says slowly. "But I do remember something...about ice cream?" Karen laughs, a warm sound that fills the room. "Oh yes, you had quite the time with the ice cream," she says, shaking her head. "You were so excited." Plankton's cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. "What...what do you mean?" He asks, his voice a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Karen sits down next to him, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Let's just say you were feeling the love," she says, her smile wide. "I was?" Plankton's voice is filled with doubt. "For...for ice cream?" Karen nods. "Oh boy," he mumbles, burying his face in his hands. Karen knew better than to mention Mr. Krabs, especially if he's got no recollection. "How do you feel?" She asks instead, her voice filled with concern. Plankton's hand moves to his jaw, gently probing the swollen flesh. "It hurts," he says, his voice a whisper. "But I'm alive." He tries to stand, his legs wobbly, but Karen's hand is there to steady him. "You need to rest," she insists, helping him back onto the couch. "You had quite the surgery." Plankton nods, his eye glazed with pain. "But I don't remember anything after...after the chair." He looks around the room, noticing the pillow and the bowl of melted ice cream. "Did I do...that?" he asks, pointing to the mess. Karen laughs, her eyes shining with humor. "You certainly did," she says, her voice teasing. Plankton's cheeks flush, and he sinks back into the couch, his hand covering his mouth. "What did I do?" He whispers to himself, his voice filled with a mix of embarrassment and dread. Karen just shakes her head. "You don't remember anything?" She asks, her voice light. Plankton shakes his head, his expression sheepish. "I just remember... being in the chair, and then... everything's fuzzy." Karen nods, her smile fading to a more serious expression. "You were pretty out of it, Plankton." Her hand reaches over to his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But you're okay now." Plankton looks at her, his gaze intense. "But what did I say?" He asks, his voice filled with dread. "What did I do?" Karen's laugh fades, and she looks at him, her expression sympathetic. "You were just a little...loopy," she says, choosing her words carefully. "You talked about lights and riding sheep, and... well, you had a good time with the ice cream." He nods slowly, trying to piece together the fragmented memories. "But no...no important secrets?" His voice is hopeful, his eye searching hers for reassurance. Karen shakes her head. "No, Plankton. Nothing important." Then a card slides under the front door. Karen picks it up, her eyes widening. It's from Mr. Krabs and his employees. It's a get well card signed by Mr. Krabs, who also had Squidward and SpongeBob sign it. Plankton stares at it, his mind racing. "How'd they know about..." "Mr. Krabs must've told," Karen says. "It's okay, Plankton. Sometimes it's better not to remember every...." "WHAT?" Plankton's mind is racing. How could he have forgotten so much? He's always so sharp, so calculating. This was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. How's Mr. Krabs know? He takes the card from Karen's hand, his heart racing. He tries to read the words, but his mind's a blur. "What's it say?" He asks, his voice a mix of fear and hope. Karen's smile softens. "It's a get-well card," she says gently. "From Mr. Krabs and the crew at the Krusty Krab." Plankton's eye widens in shock. "They know?" He whispers. Karen nods. "It seems so." Plankton sinks back into the sofa, his mind racing. How could he have been so...so...out of it? He's the one with the plans, the schemes, the...what was that word he was thinking of? "Loopy," he murmurs to himself. That's it. He was loopy, he must've been. He needs to confront Mr. Krabs! He starts to get up, but Karen intercepts. "Plankton, you're still recovering," she says firmly. "Let's just rest today, okay?" But Plankton's mind is made up. "I need to know," he says. "I can't just...just rest without knowing!" With a sigh, Karen helps him to his feet. His legs wobble again, but he's determined. He has to find out what happened. Karen watches him shuffle to the door, her heart torn between laughing and worrying. "Take it easy," she calls after him. Plankton steps out into the bright daylight, squinting. Everything seems so much more... vivid than he remembers. He walks slowly down the street, his mind racing with questions. What did he say to Mr. Krabs? What did he do? The thought of his usual enemy seeing him in such a weakened state is...disturbing. As he nears the Krabby Patty restaurant, he sees Mr. Krabs through the window, his claws moving swiftly as he prepares lunch orders. Plankton's heart thuds in his chest. What if Krabs knows something, something he said? He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever may come. He pushes open the door, the bell jingling. Mr. Krabs looks up, his expression unreadable. Plankton's eye darts around, searching for any sign of his earlier antics. "Krabs," he says, trying to keep his voice steady. Mr. Krabs looks over, his eye twitching. "Plankton!" He calls out, his voice a mix of surprise and something else. Plankton can't quite place it. "How's the mouth?" Mr. Krabs asks, his voice a tad too cheerful. Plankton's grip on his crutch tightens. "It'sh...it's fine," he says, his speech still slurred. "But...what happened yesterday?" "Oh, you don't remember?" Plankton's cheeks burn. "What do you mean?" He asks, his voice smaller than he'd like. Just then, Pearl comes in with the three selfies. "Look what Daddy found on his phone," she says, her voice filled with laughter. Plankton's heart drops as he sees himself in a variety of silly poses, his mouth full of gauze and his eye wide with wonder in the first photo. He takes the phone, his hand shaking slightly. The second picture shows him with the bowl of ice cream, his mouth open in what must be a squeal of joy. The third one...he's snuggled against Mr. Krabs, his head on his shoulder, drooling. "What...what's going on here?" He stammers, his mind racing. Mr. Krabs clears his throat, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Well, Plankton, it seems you had quite the experience after the surgery," he says, his voice filled with mirth. "You were pretty loopy." Plankton's hand shoots up to his mouth, his heart racing. "But...but I don't remember anything," he stammers, his eye wide. "It's all...all fuzzy." Mr. Krabs nods. "That's what the anesthesia does to ya." Pearl laughs, showing the photos around to the other employees. "Look at Plankton!" She says, her voice filled with mirth. "He's so...so... cute!" Plankton's cheeks burn with embarrassment as the room fills with chuckles. Squidward smirks from behind the cash register. "Looks like someone had a wild time," he says, his tone sarcastic. Plankton's mind is racing. He can't believe he's become the butt of the joke, even in his own state of vulnerability. But Mr. Krabs' expression softens, and he claps a claw on Plankton's shoulder. "Don't worry, buddy," he says, his voice surprisingly gentle. "It happens to the best of us." Plankton can't help but feel a flicker of...gratitude? Towards Mr. Krabs? It's a sensation so foreign, he almost dismisses it. "Let me tell you, you had us all in stitches," Krabs says, his laugh genuine. "You talked about being friends and wanting to play with marbles. And that ice cream...oh, how you loved that ice cream." Plankton's cheeks burn even more as the room continues to laugh. He tries to recall anything about the day before, but his mind is a complete blank. It's as if the anesthesia had erased all memory of his post-surgery adventure. "I...I don't remember any of that," he says, his voice small. Mr. Krabs' grin fades, and he looks at Plankton with a hint of...was it pity? "It's okay," he says, his voice softer. "You were pretty out of it." Plankton nods, trying to understand. "But we're not...not really friends, are we?" He asks, his voice hopeful. Mr. Krabs' smile turns genuine. "No, we're not, Plankton," he says, his claws tightening slightly on Plankton's shoulder. "But for one day, we were."
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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 22 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) Plankton's mouth moves with his snores, the gauze pads in his mouth muffling the sound, the crimson tinge to the white fabric. His drool pools and runs down the side of his face. Karen watches, her thoughts a tumult of emotion. She's relieved that the procedure went well but torn apart by the knowledge that Plankton's fear was so intense. Her hand remains steadfast on his, her thumb brushing over his skin in gentle circles. The doctor checks his watch, his eyes on Plankton's slack form. "Almost time for him to wake up," he says softly. Karen nods, her heart racing as she braces herself for his reaction. Karen can't help but think about how much he's been through today, and she wonders if he'll ever trust her the same way again. The minutes tick by, each one feeling like an eternity. The only sounds in the room are the steady beeps of the monitors and the soft snores of Plankton's slumber. Karen's hand doesn't stop moving, her thumb tracing comforting patterns on his palm. When Plankton stirs, his antennae twitching slightly, Karen's eyes fill with relief. "Hey, baby," she whispers, her voice a caress. "You're okay." His eye opens slowly, blinking against the light. He looks around, his gaze finally settling on Karen. For a moment, his expression is lost, a swirl of confusion and fear. Then he sees her smile, and the world falls into place. "Huh," he whispers, his voice slurred from the anesthesia. Karen's smile widens. The numbness in his mouth is a strange, disconnected sensation, like his teeth are floating in a sea of cotton. Plankton tries to sit up, his movements clumsy and slow. Karen's hand on his shoulder is firm but gentle, guiding him back down. "Easy, sweetie," she says. The doctor nods, his expression a blend of concern and reassurance. "Just give it a few more minutes," he says. "Let the anesthesia wear off a bit more." Plankton's eye focuses on her, his mind fuzzy. The gauze in his mouth feels like a soggy sponge, absorbing the blood from his teeth. He tries to talk, but his words are muted and garbled. "Ma-" Karen nods, her smile understanding. "I know, baby. It'll be okay." The doctor checks the monitors, his expression calm. "Looks like you're coming out of it," he says. "Just a few more minutes." Karen nods, her hand still on Plankton's. Plankton's body feels strange, his movements sluggish. The numbness of his mouth spreads to his cheeks, his face feeling swollen and alien. He tries to talk. "Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-" Karen understands his attempt at words. She leans closer, smiling gently. "It's okay, sweetie. You're okay." Her voice is a soothing song, a balm to his fearful soul. His tongue feels like a thick slab of meat, unresponsive and foreign. The drool continues to flow. Plankton's gaze moves from Karen to the doctor, his eye wide and searching. "Wheh...what...whath happen'd?" he mumbles around the gauze, his mouth feeling like it's filled with cotton. His tongue is a dead weight, refusing to form words. Karen's smile is a lifeline in the fog of his confusion. "You had a little procedure," she says, her voice gentle. "The wisdom teeth are out." Plankton's antennae twitch, trying to remember the conversation that had led to this. The fear is a distant memory now, dulled by the anesthesia. His mouth feels strange, unfamiliar. He reaches up to touch his swollen cheek, his hand shaky and clumsy. "Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma--" He tries to form words, his mind still sluggish. Karen's eyes are full of love and concern as she gently takes his hand. "It's okay," she says. "The numbness will go away soon." Plankton nods, his head lolling slightly as his body adjusts to the lack of sensation. His drool pools on the gauze pads, the saliva spilling over onto his chin. He's vaguely aware of the mess he's making, but the fear has been replaced by a dull, heavy weight. The doctor's voice is a comforting murmur in the background, talking to Karen about aftercare and pain management. Karen's hand is still in his, her fingers tight around his own. He tries to squeeze back, but his hand feels floppy and unresponsive. "K-Karen wiww I...?" he slurs, his thoughts still tangled. Her eyes are warm with comfort. "You're going to be fine," she assures him, wiping away a stray drop from the corner of his mouth. "We'll go home soon." He perks up. "Thoon?" The doctor nods. "We'll keep an eye on him for a bit longer," he says. "But you can take him home once he's more awake." Karen nods, her thumb continuing to trace gentle circles on his palm. Plankton's eye is glazed with the remnants of anesthesia, but his antennae twitch with excitement. The room spins around Plankton, the walls a blur. He tries to sit up again, his body fighting against the lingering effects of the drugs. Karen's grip is firm but loving, keeping him anchored to the chair. "Just a bit longer," she soothes. His mouth feels like a cavern, the gauze thick and unyielding. He tries to speak, his tongue a traitor against his will. "Doeth...doeth it huth?" The words come out garbled, a nonsensical string of syllables. Karen nods, her smile understanding. "Your mouth will feel funny for a bit," she explains, her voice a soothing hum. "It's normal, just give it some time." Her thumb keeps moving, a small, reassuring gesture. The doctor's words drift in and out of Plankton's awareness. "You'll have to take it easy for a few days," he's saying. "No crunchy foods, lots of ice for the swelling." Karen nods, her eyes on Plankton's face as she listens. Plankton's tongue is a sluggish weight in his mouth, his teeth a distant memory beneath the cottony numbness. He tries to form a full sentence. "Muh...muh...muh... Yith?" Plankton's voice is a garbled mess, the words sticking to his numb tongue like glue. Karen's heart squeezes in her chest as she tries not to laugh. "What did you say, sweetie?" He sighs, frustrated, his antennae drooping. "I thaid, doth Chip know?" His speech is still slurred, the words coming out like a drunken mumble. Karen nods. "He's waiting outside," she says. "He's been worried about you." The mention of Chip seems to anchor him. His eye brightens, the confusion in it clearing slightly. "Chip," he murmurs. Karen smiles. "Yes, Chip," she repeats, her voice a soft echo. "You remember now?" Plankton's antennae twitch in affirmation. "Muh...mouth." Karen nods, her expression full of understanding. "It's okay," she says. "Your mouth will feel normal again soon." The doctor's voice is a steady stream of instructions, his words a lifeline in Plankton's foggy reality. "Keep the gauze in for an hour, chew gently to keep the blood flowing," he says, his tone calm and soothing. Plankton nods, his eye unfocused. Karen's hand is a comforting weight on his shoulder, her voice a lullaby as she repeats the instructions back to him. "We'll go get some ice cream," she says, her tone hopeful. "Something soft and sweet to help your mouth feel better. Ready to meet Chip out in the lobby?" Plankton nods, his movements jerky and awkward. The numbness in his mouth still lingers, his tongue a dead weight as he tries to speak. "I-I...finks...sho." His voice is a slurred mess, but the meaning is clear. Karen laughs gently, her hands moving to help him sit up. "Let's go, then," she says, her voice filled with relief and love. Plankton's eye widens slightly as he takes in his surroundings, his movements still slow and sluggish. The doctor nods, his expression a mix of pride and sympathy. Her arm is around him, supporting his weight as she helps him stand up.
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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 23 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) Plankton's legs feel like jelly, his movements exaggerated as he tries to follow her lead. His tongue is a clumsy thing in his mouth, his teeth a strange, unfamiliar landscape. "C-Chip," he stammers, his speech still slurred. Karen nods, her smile warm and encouraging. "Let's go," she says, her arm around him. The hallway is a blur of colors and sounds. His antennae twitch, trying to make sense of the world around him. Chip is in the lobby, his eyes wide with worry as he sees them. He rushes forward, his movements cautious. "What happeโ€”" But Plankton is a mess of gauze, his words still lost as he interrupts his son. "Hi-Hi-Hi-Hiโ€”" He stammers, his voice a slurred mess. Chip's eyes widen with concern, taking in his father's swollen face and the crimson-soaked pads in his mouth. He swallows hard, his voice trembling. "Dad?" Karen steps in, her voice firm but gentle. "He just had his wisdom teeth taken out," she explains. "His mouth is still numb." Chip nods, his eyes never leaving Plankton's face. Plankton tries to smile around the gauze, his antennae waving in an awkward attempt at reassurance. "T-thank you," he slurs, his voice muffled by the pads. Chip's eyes fill with tears at the sight of his father, his heart heavy with a mix of pity and love. They make their way slowly to the car, Karen's supportive arm around Plankton's waist. His legs feel like rubber, his body still fighting the lingering effects of the anesthesia. "M-muh...m-m-mouth," he mumbles, his tongue a sluggish beast in his mouth. Karen laughs softly, her hands guiding him gently. "You'll be okay," she says, her voice a warm embrace. "Let's get you in the back with Chip." She opens the door to the back. Plankton slumps into his seat, the numbness in his mouth spreading to his cheeks. His tongue is a thick, unresponsive slab, refusing to cooperate. Karen buckles him in, her eyes full of love and concern. "Just relax, baby," she whispers. "We'll be home soon." She starts the car, the engine purring to life. Chip sits by him in the seat. The world outside the window is a blur of colors, each one more vivid than the last. Plankton tries to keep his eye open, his antennae twitching with the effort. But the weight of the anesthesia is too much. His eyelid droops, the lid feeling like heavy curtains that refuse to stay up. Karen's voice is gentle. "You okay, sweetie?" she asks, glancing in the rearview mirror. But Plankton's eye is closing, the weight of the anesthesia too great to fight. "J-just tiwed," he mumbles, his speech still thick and slurred. "S-sleep, must shay awake?" Karen's voice is a warm whisper. "It's okay," she says. Plankton's head lolls against the seat, his antennae drooping. "Chip and I are here. We'll watch over yo-" But her words are lost as Plankton's eyelid gives way to the seductive pull of sleep. His breaths deepen, his snores a gentle accompaniment to the hum of the engine. Chip's gaze is filled with concern, his hand tentative as he touches his father's arm. "Dad?" His voice is a soft question, but Plankton doesn't stir. The car sways gently with the road's undulations, a lullaby that Plankton's exhausted body can't resist. Karen's eyes flicker to the mirror, a sigh escaping her lips. She knows the importance of rest for him now, his system still reeling from the surgery and the overwhelming emotions of the day. She keeps driving, her hands steady on the wheel. "It's okay, Chip," she says. "Let him sleep." Chip nods, his expression a mix of relief and worry. He watches his father's chest rise and fall, the steady rhythm of his breathing a testament to the peace he's found in slumber. His hand remains on Plankton's arm, a silent pledge of support. Yet Plankton sleeps on, oblivious to the world outside. The car ride home is quiet, the only sounds the hum of the engine and Plankton's snores. Karen drives with a gentle touch, each bump in the road a reminder of the fragile recovery her husband is experiencing. She glances in the mirror every few minutes, checking on him and Chip. Chip sits next to his father, his hand resting lightly on Plankton's arm. He's torn between watching the scenery fly by and keeping vigil over the man he loves. His heart thuds with every snore, his mind racing with worries and questions. Is he okay? Why can't he stay awake? The car's air conditioning blows gently on Plankton's face, his antennae muscles twitching against the coolness. His eye opens briefly, his gaze unfocused. "Ch-Chip?" His voice is a faint rasp, the remnants of sleep clinging to his words. "I'm right here, Dad," Chip says, his voice filled with concern. Plankton's eyelid flickers, battling the weight of slumber. The world is a swirl of colors and light, his brain struggling to make sense of it all. He tries to sit up, his body stiff from the lingering anesthesia. "Home?" he mumbles. Karen's eyes meet his in the mirror, her smile soft. "Almost, baby," she says, her voice a gentle lull. "Just a little bit longer." Her eyes flick back to the road, her grip on the steering wheel steady. Plankton's eyelid droops again, his head rolling slightly to the side. His antennae twitch with the effort to stay conscious, but the pull of sleep is too much. Chip's grip on his arm tightens, his voice a soft alarm. "Dad, stay with me." Plankton's eye opens a crack, his gaze unfocused. "M-m-m'kay," he mumbles, his speech still slurred. But the fight is lost almost immediately, his eye closing once more. The car sways with the road, a gentle rocking motion that seems to call to him, urging him back to sleep. Each snore is deeper than the last, his body succumbing to the sleep. Karen's eyes remain on the road, her thoughts a silent vigil. Chip's hand moves to his father's shoulder, his touch light but firm. "Wake up, Dad," he whispers, his voice a gentle prod. But Plankton's body resists, his head rolling back into the comfort of the seat. "Dad, wake up," Chip tries again, his tone more insistent this time. Plankton's eye opens a slit, the world swimming into focus briefly before slipping away again. "Wh-whath?" he murmurs, his voice a slurred mess. "Almost home," Karen says, her voice soothing. "Just stay awake a little longer." But the drugs are too powerful, the sedative's grip too tight. His eye closes again, his head falling back onto the headrest with a soft thunk. Chip watches, his heart racing, his hand still gripping his father's shoulder. "Come on, Dad," he whispers, his voice desperate. "Don't go to sleep." Karen's eyes meet his in the mirror, a look of understanding. "It's okay, Chip," she says. "Let him rest." The car pulls into the driveway, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. Plankton's eye flutters open, his gaze unfocused. "Home," he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper. Karen's eyes are filled with gentle concern as she turns off the engine. "Let's get you inside," she says, her voice a comforting balm. Chip's hands are already moving, helping his father unbuckle his seatbelt. Plankton's movements are slow and clumsy, his body still not fully his own. His legs wobble as he tries to stand, his eye glazed with the lingering effects of the anesthesia. "Easy, Dad," Chip says, his voice steady and firm. Karen opens the passenger side door, her arms ready to catch him if he falls. Plankton's sleeping body sags into her embrace. She helps him to his feet, yet Plankton's snores punctuate the air like a soft metronome. Chip rushes around to the other side, his arms slipping under his father's shoulders. "I got you," he says, his voice shaking with the weight of his words. Plankton's body is a dead weight, his snores deep and even. Karen's eyes are filled with a mix of pride and concern as she watches her son take charge. "Let's get you to the couch," she says, guiding them both. The house is quiet, the only sounds their footsteps and Plankton's snores. They manage to get him to the couch, his body slumping into the cushions. Karen pulls the gauze from his mouth, the stains of blood and saliva telling the tale of his journey. His cheeks are swollen and bruised, a testament to the battle his mouth just endured. "Chip, grab some ice," she instructs, her voice calm. "We'll need to keep the swelling down." Chip nods, his movements swift as he disappears into the kitchen. The sound of ice cubes clinking against plastic is a sharp contrast to the quiet snores that fill the room. "Wake up, sweetie," she says, her voice a soft coax. Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye opening slowly. He tries to focus, but the world is a blur of colors and shapes. Karen's face swims into view, her smile a beacon of comfort. "Ice," she says. Chip appears, a bag of crushed ice in his hand. He gently presses it to Plankton's cheek, the coldness a stark contrast to the warmth of his mother's touch. "Tanks," Plankton whispers, his speech still slurred. His hand moves to the bag, his fingers trembling. But this time he doesn't tremble from being overwhelmedโ€”it's from the relief of being home, of being safe with his family.
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 3 (Neurodivergent author) After breakfast, Plankton looks up from his plate, his gaze meeting Karen's. "Karen," he says, his voice clearer now. "Plankton want outside." Karen nods, recognizing the need for a change of environment. They head out to the backyard, where the morning air is cool and the sun's rays cast dappled patterns on the grass. Plankton sits on a bench, his eye scanning the garden, taking in the sights. He points to a scallop, its wings a blur of color. "Beautiful," he says, his voice filled with awe. Karen nods, understanding that his heightened senses are allowing him to experience the world in a way she can't fully comprehend. The sound of Mr. Krabsโ€™s lawnmower starts up, and Plankton flinches, his hands flying to cover his head. Karen quickly moves to his side, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It's ok," she says, her voice calm and soothing. "It's just Mr. Krabs." Plankton's humming starts up again, his body rocking slightly with each engine's roar. She squeezes his shoulder, reminding him of her presence. Together, they sit on the bench, Karen's hand on his back, as he tries to ground himself with the feel of her touch and the rhythm of his humming. The lawnmower's noise gradually becomes louder. Plankton's body tenses, and he starts to rock faster, Karen notices. "Let's go inside," she suggests gently, reading his distress. The moment they step back into the house, the noise dims. He leans into her, his body seeking the comfort of her nearness. Karen leads him to the couch, where he curls into a small ball, his hands over his ears. "It's ok," she repeats, her voice a lullaby. "We can go to the quietest room." They move to the study, a place where Plankton's favorite books reside. He nods, his body still tense with the memory of the mower's invasive sound. Karen closes the door, cutting off the outside noise, and sits beside him on the floor. She opens a drawing book she knows he loves, filled with scenes from his favorite movies. Plankton's hands drop from his ears as he focuses on the images, his breathing steadying. Karen picks up a pack of colored pencils, handing them to him without a word. He selects a blue one and starts to trace the outline of a jellyfish, his hand shaking slightly. The mower's drone outside becomes a distant hum, the pages of the book a barricade against the sensory assault. He colors in the jellyfish, his strokes becoming more confident, his breaths deep and even. Karen watches him, seeing the world through his eye, feeling his discomfort slowly ebb away. The blue pencil moves with purpose, filling in the intricate details of the jellyfish's bell. Plankton's focus is so intense it's as if he's drawing a map to navigate his new reality. Each stroke is deliberate, a silent protest against the chaos that had invaded their morning. The mower's noise grows fainter, a fading memory. In the quiet of the study, his mind finds refuge. The colors swirl and blend, a symphony of order amidst the cacophony of sensations. Karen watches him, her own hands resting in her lap, giving him the space he needs. His coloring becomes a form of therapy, a way to communicate without words, to express his feelings when speech fails. The blue pencil moves to a green one, then a red, each color adding layers to the picture. The jellyfish comes to life under his touch, a silent companion that doesn't judge or overwhelm. The doorbell rings, a sharp intrusion into their sanctuary. Plankton's body jerks at the sound, his hand slipping, leaving a smudge on the page. Karen sighs, knowing it's Mr. Krabs, probably coming over to check on them. She glances at Plankton, his body coiled tightly, his eye fixed. "It's okay," she whispers, placing a hand on his arm. "It's just Mr. Krabs." The doorbell rings again, more insistent this time. Plankton's antennae droop, his body taut with anxiety. He starts to rock, his humming picking up speed. Karen rises, leaving the colored pencils behind. She moves to the door, each step deliberate. Mr. Krabs's face appears through the peephole, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself for the interaction she's read so much about. How to explain Plankton's condition without causing more stress? When she opens the door, Mr. Krabs's eyes widen, noticing Plankton. "Ye drawing a jellyfish? Absurd!" He cackles, causing further distress; Plankton sees where his drawing messed up and the harsh sound of Krabs laughter, and can't take it anymore. He throws the colored pencils across the room, each one a silent shout of frustration. "Leave me alone!" he yells, his voice cracking. Mr. Krabs's laughter dies instantly, his face morphing into one of shock. "Plankton, buddy, what's gotten into ya?" he asks, his voice thick with amused confusion. The question is a spark to Plankton's already frayed nerves. He feels his body tense further, his voice rising. "You don't know anything about me!" Plankton shouts at Mr. Krabs, his words a jumbled mess of anger and hurt. "You think you can just come in here and laugh at me?" Mr. Krabs's claws freeze in midair, his laughter choked off by the unexpected outburst. He stammers, trying to find the words to respond, but Plankton cuts him off. "You think I'm a joke? That my brain is a punchline for your entertainment?" Plankton's voice is a mix of anger and pain, each word a knife thrown with precision. Mr. Krabs, taken aback, takes a step backward. His face is a mask of surprise, his mouth agape like a fish out of water. "No, no, Plankton," he stammers, his claws raised in a defensive gesture. "I didn't mean toโ€”" But Plankton isn't listening, his eye blazing with a fury Karen's never seen before. "You never knew me!" he cries, his voice echoing through the hallway. "You just saw what you wanted to see!" Each word is a whip crack in the tense silence. Mr. Krabs opens his mouth to speak, but Plankton's words continue to fly like shrapnel. "You only see what you want to see!" Plankton's voice cracks with emotion. "You see a business rival, not a friend, not someone who's hurting!" He stands up, his body trembling. Karen steps in, her hand on his arm, trying to calm him. "Let's go back to the study," she tries to suggest. But Plankton is beyond listening. The dam of his emotions has broken, and he's lost in a flood of words and accusations. "You only cared about your Krabby Patties, your greed!" Plankton's voice rises, each syllable a dagger. Mr. Krabs's eyes dart around, unsure how to respond to the raw pain in his friend's words. So he reaches his claw out hoping to calm him, but it's giving the opposite effect. "My whole life, you've used me!" Plankton's accusations fly like shrapnel in the quiet room. Karen's heart aches, but she knows this is a release he needs. She remains silent, her hand a comforting weight on his back, grounding him.
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