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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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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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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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Being asleep is not the same as being unconscious. A sleeping person can respond to loud noises or gentle shaking. An unconscious person will not. Mar 08 2011, 6:11 AM Unconsciousness is the condition of being not consciousโ€”in a mental state involves complete or near-complete lack responsiveness to people and other environmental stimuli. Unconsciousness when is unable to respond to people and activities. Other changes in awareness can occur without becoming unconscious. Medically, these are called "altered mental status" or "changed mental status." They include sudden confusion, disorientation, or stupor. Sleeping is the rapidly reversible state of unconsciousness. This is of course as opposed to coma or anesthesia.
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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
แดฟแต‰แถœโฑแต–แต‰ แถ แต’สณ แดฐโฑหขแตƒหขแต—แต‰สณ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š: ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฟ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š: ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฟ "แดต'แต แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆหข แตแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง" แดดแต‰ สณแต‰แต–หกโฑแต‰หขโธด แต‡แต˜หขสธโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง แ”†แต’ หขสฐแต‰ สทสณแต’แต—แต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒ โฟแต’แต—แต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— โฑโฟ แถœแตƒหขแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สฐแตƒโฟแต แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดนแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข โฟแต’แต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง "แดณโฑแต›แต‰ แตแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโธด แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต‰แตแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต หขแต’โ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰ แต’แต›แต‰สณ หขแต’ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตƒแถœแถœแต‰หขหข แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–โฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜แต‡แต‰ หขสฐแตƒแต–แต‰แตˆ แต–แต’สณแต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต›แตƒแต˜หกแต—โธด แต˜หขโฑโฟแต แตƒหกหก สฐโฑหข หขแต—สณแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— โฑโฟ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แตแต‰ แต‡แต’สธโธด แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต–แต˜แต— แตƒโฟ แต‰โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต’สณ แตƒหกหกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สฐแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰ แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แต‡แตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต หขแตแตƒแถœแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณ แตƒ สธแต‰หกแต–โฑโฟแต แถœสณสธ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแต–หกแต‰หขหขหกสธ แถ แต‰หกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแต แถ แต‰แต‰แต‡หกสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต— โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ สณแต’หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐ สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’หกแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆสณแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ หกโฑแถ แต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒสฒแตƒสณโ€ง "แดบแต’โธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแต‰หขแต’หกแต˜แต—แต‰โ€ง "แดต สทแต’โฟ'แต— แตˆแต’ โฑแต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต สทแต’โฟ'แต— หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถ โฑโฟแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แต‡แต‰ แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ แต–โฑแถœแต แต˜แต– แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดนแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แตโฑสณหกหข โฟโฑแตสฐแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰หข แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต หขแต’แต‡หข แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง "แดพหกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโธด แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟหกแต‰หขหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ แต’แถ  สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ! แดพหกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰โธด สฐแต‰หกแต–! แดดแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’แต›โฑโฟแตโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดนสธ หขแต’แต˜สณแถœแต‰หข โฑโฟแตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—แต‰ สฐแต‰'หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หข แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰แตƒสณหกโฑแต‰หขแต— หขแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตแต‰แตƒโฟแต— แถ แต’สณ แตƒโฟสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สทโธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแต˜โฟแต— แถ แต’สณแถœแต‰ แต—สณแตƒแต˜แตแตƒโ€ง แดดแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหขแต— แถœแตƒหขแต‰ หขแถœแต‰โฟแตƒสณโฑแต’ แตƒ แถœแต’แตแตƒโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต‰หกหกโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ หขแต—แตƒสธ แต’แต›แต‰สณ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’แต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟ โฑโฟ แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณ แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  หขโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต–; แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒหข แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แตƒแถœแต—โฑโฟแต แตƒหข แตƒ แตแต’โฟโฑแต—แต’สณ แถ แต’สณ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต’แตแต‰ แต˜แต– โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สทโฑแต—แถœสฐโธด สฐโฑหข หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หข แตสณแตƒแตˆแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหกหขแต’ แต–แต‰สณแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โธด สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰โฟโ€ง แดฑสธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟโธด สฐแต‰ สทแต‰แตƒแตหกสธ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข หขแต˜สณสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแตหขโ€ง "แดฑแต˜สฐโ€“" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ฝ" แต€สฐแต‰ แตˆแต˜หกหก แต–แตƒโฑโฟ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ โฑโฟแถœสณแต‰แตƒหขแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰ สฐโฑแต— สฐโฑแต แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหขแต— แต’แถ  โฑแต—โ€ง "แตแตสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต˜โฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง "สธแตƒแตโธด สทสฐแตƒโ€ง แดนสธ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ; สทสฐแตƒแต— โฑหข สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ โฑโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’แต’แต แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต—แต‰ แต‰ สฐโฑแต— สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณ แตˆแตƒสธ! แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตˆสณโฑโฟแต?" "แดต'หกหก หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แดต แต‡สณแต˜โฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—สณแต˜แถœแต สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต’แต– สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—แต‰แตƒหกโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง แดต'แต หขแต’ หขแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดฐโฑแตˆ แดต แตแต‰แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆ โฟแต’แต—; แตสธ แตƒแต–แต’หกแต’แตโฑแต‰หขโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟโ€ง "แดต สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜ หขโฑแต— แต˜แต– หขแต—สณแตƒโฑแตสฐแต— แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ หขโฑแต– แต’แถ  แตˆสณโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต–แต’หขโฑแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต’แต— แถ สณแต˜หขแต—สณแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หขแต–โฑหกแต— สฐโฑหข สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณโธด หขแต—โฑหกหก สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— สทแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแต’แตƒหฃแต‰แตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แตแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแต’หกแตˆ โฑแต— แต’สณ สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต’หกแตˆ โฑแต—?" แดนแตƒแตˆ แตƒแต— สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แถ แต’สณ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธ แต—แต’ แตƒสณแตแต˜แต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตƒหกหขแต’ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แตƒโฟแตสณสธ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰แตโธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขแต’แตแต‰สทสฐแตƒแต— แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€ง "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโธด สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต โฟแต’ แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—แตƒสธ แต‡สธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แตˆ; สฒแต˜หขแต— สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง" "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดธแต‰แตƒโฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง" แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒหข สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ สฐโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–โฑหกหกแต’สทโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’หขหข 'แดต แตƒแต สณแต‰หขโฑแตโฟโฑโฟแต' แต—แต’ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด แต›แต’สทโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แถœแต’แตแต‰ แตƒ แถ สณสธ แถœแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แต’โฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธโ€ง "แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แถ แต‰หกแต— แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต— สทโฑแต—สฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—โธด แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰หขแต—แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง "แดฟโฑแตสฐแต—; หขแต’สณสณสธโ€ง" "แดบแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แดต'แตˆ หขแตƒสธ โฑแต—โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แถœแตƒโฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฑแต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— โฟแตƒแตแตโฑโฟแต แตแต‰ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขโฑแตสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หข แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰โฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สทโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ หขแตƒแต›แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สทโธด แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰หข สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหข แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโธด แตˆแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ โฟแต’แต— สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตƒแตˆแตโฑแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตƒหกหขแต’ แตแต‰แตแต’สณโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต!" "สธแต’แต˜ หขแต˜สณแต‰?" "แดฌหข สฐโฑหข แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโธด แดต'แตˆ แตˆแต’ โฑแต—โธด แต’สณ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แตˆแต’ โฑแต—!" แต€สฐแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡'หข โฟแต’ แตแต’สณแต‰โ€ง
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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. 2 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 แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒโฟแตˆ สทแตƒหกแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡แต˜แต— หกแต’หขแต— แต‡แตƒหกแตƒโฟแถœแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แตƒ หขแต—แต‰แต–โ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’หกแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแตƒสณแตˆ แถ หกแต’แต’สณ แตˆแตƒแถปแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หขแต—แตƒสธ แต’แต›แต‰สณโฟโฑแตสฐแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข แต–สณแต’แตโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต'หกหก แถœแตƒสณสณสธ สฐโฑแต แต’แถ แถ  แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แถœแต’แตโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แตˆแตƒแถปแต‰โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต–แต˜แต— โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหกหก โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง" "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหกหก แตแต’แต’แตˆ?" "แดต'แต แถœแต’หกแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’แต— สทแตƒสณแตแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰แตƒแต—โฑโฟแต แตƒ แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต— แถ แต’สณโ€ง "แดฎแต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ?" "สธแต‰หขโธด แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’แต—โธด แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’แต›แต‰สณ!" แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต—สณแต’แต—แต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แต—แต’ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สทสฐแต’ หขแถœแต’แต’แต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡สธ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐโฑหข หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง "แดนสธ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แต—สฐสณแต’แต‡แต‡โฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ สณแต˜แต‡ แตแตƒหขหขแตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดบแต‰หฃแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สทโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขแต–แต’แต— สทสณโฑแตแตหกแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สณแต˜แต‡แต‡โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข แตˆสณแต’สทหขโฑหกสธ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†โฑโฟแถœแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แตˆแตƒสณแตโธด สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆโฟ'แต— หขแต‰แต‰ สทแต‰หกหกโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก สทแต’แต‡แต‡หกสธโธด สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ แตˆโฑหขแต—แต˜สณแต‡ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต’ สฐแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แตƒ แตโฑแตˆโฟโฑแตสฐแต— หขโฟแตƒแถœแต สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต–แต’แต—โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— หขแต‰แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแตแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณ แต’โฟ โฑแต—'หข แต‰แตˆแตแต‰ แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก สฐแต‰ แต‡แต˜แตแต–แต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ แต—แต’โ€ง แดดแต‰ หขแถœสณแต‰แตƒแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณ แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต‡แตƒสณแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด สทสฐแต’ แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแถœสณแต‰แตƒแตโฑโฟแตโธด แต‰โฟแต—แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณ สทแตƒหข สณโฑแตสฐแต— สทแต‰สณแต‰ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ สทแตƒหขโธด แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แถ แตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’แต’แต โฑแต— แต’แถ แถ  สฐโฑแตโธด หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต‡สณแต˜โฑหขโฑโฟแต สทแต’สณหขแต‰โฟโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— หขแตƒแต— แต‡สธ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’ แต—แต’ แตƒ แถœหกโฑโฟโฑแถœโฑแตƒโฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒสณสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต’แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดผแต–แต‰โฟ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต— แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’แต‡หกโฑแต›โฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแตโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหกหข แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขโฑแต—แต˜แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง "แดต แตแต’แต— สฒแต˜หขแต— สณโฑแตสฐแต— แตƒแตแต’แต˜โฟแต— แต’แถ  แต–โฑแถœแตหกแต‰หขโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แต›โฑหขโฑแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต แต’สทแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต’สณ หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แถ แต’สณ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— สฐแต’หกแตˆ โฑแต— แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แตแต‰! แดต แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตโฑหขหข แถœแตƒแต—แถœสฐโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ หขแถœสฐแต‰แตโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดณแต’แต— สณโฑแตˆ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟหข แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แต—แตƒแตแต‰โฟ แต’แถ แถ  สทแต’สณแต แถ แต’สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดดแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขโฑโฟแตหข แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ หขแต–แต‰โฟแตˆโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต! แต€สฐแต‰ หกแต’โฟแต แตƒสทแตƒโฑแต—แต‰แตˆ แตˆแตƒสธ แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขสฐแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหขโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต‰สณแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒแต— สฐโฑแต สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง "แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒแต แดต?" แต€สฐแต‰ แถœหกโฑโฟโฑแถœโฑแตƒโฟ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต หขแตโฑหกแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'แต›แต‰ แต‡หกแต˜โฟแต— แถ แต’สณแถœแต‰ แต—สณแตƒแต˜แตแตƒ แตƒโฟแตˆ หกแต’หขแต— แตƒ หกแต’แต— แต’แถ  แต‡หกแต’แต’แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สณแต˜หขสฐแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟโธด สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ'หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต—แต’ แตแต’ สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— สทแตƒหข หขแต’ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ แต—แต’โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ แตƒหกหก สทแต‰สณแต‰โ€ง End finale
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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”†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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La onceava temporada de Bob Esponja No. Tรญtulo original Tรญtulo en Hispanoamรฉrica Tรญtulo en Espaรฑa 216 Cave Dwelling Sponge Esponja Cavernรญcola La Esponja de las Cavernas The Clam Whisperer El encantador de almejas El Susurrador de Almejas 217 Spot Returns Mancha Regresa El Regreso de Mancha The Check-Up La Revisiรณn Mรฉdica El Chequeo 218 Spin the Bottle Gira la Botella Frota la Botella There's a Sponge in My Soup Hay una Esponja en mi Sopa 219 Man Ray Returns Manta Raya Regresa El Regreso de Mancha Raya Larry the Floor Manager Larry el gerente de secciรณn El Jefe Larry 220 The Legend of Boo-Kini Bottom La Leyenda de Fondo de Buu-Kini La Leyenda del Fantasma de Fondo de Bikini 221 No Pictures Please Sin fotos, por favor Fotos no, por Favor Stuck on the Roof Atrapado en el techo Atrapado en el Tejado 222 Krabby Patty Creature Feature Cangre-Zombi-Burger La Noche de las Burger Cangreburger Vivientes Teacher's Pests Alumnos problemรกticos Unos Estudiantes muy Plastas 223 Sanitation Insanity Locura sanitaria Saneamiento Insano Bunny Hunt Cacerรญa de conejos La Caza del Conejito 224 Squid Noir Calamardo en blanco y nero Detective Calamardo Scavenger Pants La bรบsqueda del tesoro Un Tesoro muy Esponjoso 225 Cuddle E. Hugs Tierno G. Abrazador Achucho Abrazรณn Pat the Horse Patricio, el caballo Arre, Patricio 226 Chatterbox Gary Gary Parlanchรญn Gary el Parlanchรญn Don't Feed the Clowns No Alimenten a los Payasos No Den de Comer a los Payasos 227 Drive Happy Conduce feliz Conduce Felรญz y Contento Old Man Patrick Patricio Viejo El Anciano Patricio 228 Fun-Sized Friends Pequeรฑos amigos Los Pequeamigos Grandmum's the Word La palabra es abuela Palabra de Nieto 229 Doodle Dimension Dimensiรณn Trazo La Dimensiรณn Garabateal Moving Bubble Bass Mudando a Rรณbalo Burbuja La Mudanza de Lubina 230 High Sea Diving Buceo de superficie Salto a la Superficie Bottle Burglars Ladrones de Botellas 231 My Leg! ยกMi Pierna! Ink Lemonade Limonada Negra Limonada en su Tinta 232 Mustard O' Mine Mostaza Mรญa La Mina de Mostaza Shopping List La lista de compras La Lista de la Compra 233 Whale Watching Avistamiento de ballenas Ballena a la Vista Krusty Kleaners Limpieza en el Crustรกceo Cascarudo Limpieza Crujiente 234 Patnocchio Patnocho Patrinocho ChefBob Chef Bob Esponja 235 Plankton Paranoia La Paranoia de Plankton Paranoia Plankton Library Cards Tarjetas de la Biblioteca Tarjetas de Biblioteca 236 Call the Cops Llame a la Policรญa Llama a la Policรญa Surf N' Turf Agua y Tierra Marinera de Tierra Firme 237 Goons on the Moon Patrulla en la Luna Tontainas en la Luna 238 Appointment TV Una Cita con la TV Cita Televisiva Karen's Virus El Virus de Karen 239 The Grill is Gone La Parilla Desapareciรณ La Parrilla Desaparecida The Night Patty La Cangrenocturna La Hamburguesa Nocturna 240 Bubbletown Burbujรณpolis Burbujivilla Girls' Night Out Noche de Chicas Las Chicas Salen de Noche 241 Squirrel Jelly Ardilla-Medusa Arenita y las Medusas The String El Hilo El Hilo Suelto Lista de Episodios
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Temporada 10 BOB ESPONJA No. Tรญtulo original Tรญtulo en Hispanoamรฉrica Tรญtulo en Espaรฑa 205 Whirly Brains Giro Cerebro El Helicerebro Mermaid Pants Sirenoman Esponja Tritรณn Esponja 206 Unreal Estate Inmueble Irreal Una Mudanza Accidentada Code Yellow Cรณdigo Amarillo 207 Mimic Madness Imitador Compulsivo Loco por las Imitaciones House Worming Casa de Lombrices Fiesta Gusanesca 208 Snooze You Lose La Siesta Profunda El que se Duerme, se Pierde Krusty Katering Servicio de Comidas Catering Crustรกceo Crujiente 209 SpongeBob's Place El Mesรณn Esponjoso Casa Bob Esponja Plankton Gets the Boot Plankton Botado Plankton de Patitas en la Calle 210 Life Insurance Seguro de Vida Burst Your Bubble Enciende tu Burbuja Pincha tu Burbuja 211 Plankton Retires Plankton se Retira Plankton se Jubila Trident Trouble Tridente Rebelde El Tridente Travieso 212 The Incredible Shrinking Sponge La Increรญble Esponja Menguante Sportz? ยฟDeportez? 213 The Getaway El Escape La Fuga Lost and Found Objetos Perdidos 214 Patrick's Coupon El Cupรณn de Patricio Out of the Picture Fuera del Panorama Borrado 215 Feral Friends Amigos Salvajes Don't Wake Patrick No Despertรฉis a Patricio
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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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แถ สณแตƒแต—แต‰สณโฟโฑแถปแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€™หข แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—แต’สทโฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ สทแตƒหข แต—แต’ แตƒโฟแตƒหกสธแถปแต‰ แตƒ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แตƒ แถœสณแต’สทแต‡แตƒสณโธด แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒหกหก สฐโฑหข หขแต—สณแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡โฑแตแตแต‰หขแต— หขสทโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สทสฐแตƒแถœแต แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’โฟแต—สณแตƒแต–แต—โฑแต’โฟโธด แตƒโฑแตแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแต–แต–แตƒสณแตƒแต—แต˜หข แถ แต’สณแถœแต‰แถ แต˜หกหกสธ แต‡แต˜แต— โฑโฟหขแต—แต‰แตƒแตˆ แตแต’แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐโฑแต— แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต’โฟ แตƒแถœแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต— แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสณแต’สทแต‡แตƒสณโ€ง แดนแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แตƒ โฟแต’โฑหขแต‰โธด หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หข แถ แตƒแตˆโฑโฟแต แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต–สณแต‰สฐแต‰โฟแตˆโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰แตƒแตหกสธ แถ แต‰หกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแต สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒหกหขแต’ หขหกแตƒแตแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แตแตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟแต‰ โฟแต’สท แตˆแต‰แต‰แต–หกสธ แถœแต’แตแต–หกแต‰แต—แต‰หกสธ แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง แดพแตƒโฟโฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’แต’แต หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตแตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต’หขแต‰โ€ง "แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’โฟ! แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—สธ? แดผ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข โฟแต’สท แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ สทโฑหกหกโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต—แต—หกแต‰ แถ แต’สณ สธแต‰หกหกโฑโฟแต แถ สณแต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต˜แตˆแตแต‰ แต’สณ สณแต‰แตƒแถœแต— แตƒแต— แตƒหกหกโ€ง โ€œสธแต’แต˜ สฐแต‰แตƒสณ แตแต‰โ€ฆโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต’แต‡หขโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต–แต‰แต— สฐแถคแต แตแต‰แถฐแต—หกสธห‘ โ€œแดต แถœแตƒโฟโ€™แต— สณแต‰แต›โฑแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  โฑแต— แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆแตŽ แดดแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€งโ€ แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หกหกสธ แต—แตƒแตโฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แต–โฑโฟแต‰แตƒแต–แต–หกแต‰ สฐแต’แต˜หขแต‰ห’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง "แดต หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แต‡แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แถฐแต‰ สทสฐแต’'หข แ”†แต‰แตโฑ แถœแต’แตแตƒแต—แต’หขแต‰ห‘ห‘ห‘" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แต‡แต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตหกแตƒแตˆ โฑแถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแถœแต—แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตสณโฑหกสธโธด แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตแถฐแต‰สท สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตแต‰แต— แตƒ สฐแตƒแถฐแตˆ หขสทแตƒแต—แต—แต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒสธโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟโฑโฟแต แถœแต’แถฐหขแถœแถคแต’แต˜หขแถฐแต‰หขหขโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แตโฟแต‰สท แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒแต—แต‰ สฐแต‰'หข โฑโฟโ€ง โ€œแดดสณโ€ฆโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ สฐแต˜แตแตแถคแถฐแตโธด หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต—แต’ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โฟห‘ โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ฆโ€ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ แต‰แถœสฐแต’แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท สฐแถคแต หขหกแต’สทหกสธ แถœแต’แตแต‰โ€ง โ€œแต‚สฐแตƒโ€ฆโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต‰แตƒหขสธ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแตƒสณแตˆหกสธ แถœแต’โฟแต—แตƒโฑโฟ แต‰หฃแถœโฑแต—แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง โ€œแดต สทแตƒหข หขแต’ สทแต’สณสณโฑแต‰แตˆแตŽ แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰ สณแถคแตสฐแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแตห’ แตƒหข แดต แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ แถœแตƒหกหกห‘ห‘ห‘โ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟห’ โฟแต’สท แต‰หฃโฑแต—โฑโฟแต แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหข แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต—แถคหกหก โฑโฟ แตƒ แต‡โฑแต— แต’แถ  แตƒ หขแต—แต˜แต–แต’สณ แถฐแต’แต— แตแถฐแต’สทแถคแถฐแต แต‰หฃแตƒแถœแต—หกสธ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ สทแตƒหข แตƒแถฐแตˆ แถ แต‰แต‰หกแถคแถฐแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰แถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—หข แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแถคแต—ห’ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถœแตƒหกหก แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโธด แตƒหข สฐโฑหข หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หข แต–แตƒโฑโฟ แตƒหกหขแต’ แถ หกแต’แต’แตˆแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หขโ€ง โ€œแดดแต‰'หข สทแตƒแตแถคแถฐแตแตŽโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแตƒโฟแตหข แต˜แต–โ€ง โ€œแต‚สฐแต‰โ€ฆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡; สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต?โ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต— สฐโฑหข แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐ แถ แต‰แตƒสณแถคแถฐแต แดพหกแตƒแถฐแตแต—แต’แถฐ'หข สณแต‰แตƒแถœแต—แถคแต’แถฐโ€ง "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก แตƒ หกโฑแต—แต—หกแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  โฑแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง" "แดดแต‰สฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณหขโ€ง โ€œแดฎแต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง แดต สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แตƒ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€ง แดธแตƒหขแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต แตโฟแต‰สทโธด แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตแต’แต— แตƒ แถœสณแต’สทแต‡แตƒสณโธด แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แต˜แถฐแต—แถคหก แดต หขแต’แตแต‰ สฐแต’สท แต‰แถฐแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒแต— สทสฐแตƒแต— แดต แตƒหขหขแต˜แตแต‰ โฑหข สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต’แต˜หขแต‰โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตแต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสณแต’สทแต‡แตƒสณโธด โฑแต— แตโฟแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโธด สณแต‰โฟแตˆแต‰สณโฑโฟแต หขแต—แตƒแต—แต‰ แต’แถ  หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หกแต‰หขหขโฟแต‰หขหขโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แดต แต—แต’แต’แต สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณ แถ สณแต’แต แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต โฟแต’โฟโปแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด โฑแต—โ€™หข แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโธด โฟแต’แต— โฟแต’โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขแตŽโ€ โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแตแตโธด แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แถœสณสธโ€งโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แถคหกหก แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ สทสณแตƒแต– สฐโฑหข แตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ โฑแต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ แตƒ แตโฟแต’แถœแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง โ€œแดตโ€™หกหก แตแต‰แต— โฑแต—แตŽโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แต—แต’ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง โ€œสธแต’แต˜ แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ สทแต’สณแต แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สทห€โ€ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แ‘ซแต˜แต‰หขแต—โฑแต’โฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดต สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ แต–หกแตƒสธ โฑแต— หขแตƒแถ แต‰โ€งโ€ โ€œแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แดต แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต’สท แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทโฑหกหก แตˆแต‰แตƒหก แตƒหข แดต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰โฟโ€™แต— สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโธด แดต สทแต’โฟโ€™แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต˜โฟแตƒแต—แต—แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€ โ€œแดต แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แตˆแต‰แตƒหก สทโฑแต—สฐ แต’แต˜สณ แต‡แต’หขหขโ€งโ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œแ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆห’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟหข หขแต—โฑหกหก สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณโฑโฟแต; แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แต—แต‰หกหก แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สฐแต‰โ€™หข สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€ฆโ€ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขแต แต˜แถคแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หกแต‰แถ แต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง โ€œแถ แต‰แต‰หกโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟสธ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณห€โ€ โ€œหขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’แต—แตƒหกหกสธ แถœหกแต‰แตƒสณ แตโฑโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ สธแต‰แต—โ€ง แต‚แตƒโฑแต—โธด สทสฐแต’ แต‰หกหขแต‰'หขโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต แต—แต’แต’แต สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—สณแตƒโฑแตสฐแต— สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€ง แดตโ€™แตˆ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แต‡แต˜แต— แดตโ€™แต โฟแต’แต— แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต’ แดต แต—แต’แต’แต สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหกโธด สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แตแตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰หกแถ  แตƒแต— สฐแต’แตแต‰แตŽ แต‚สฐแตƒแต— แตˆแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰แต‰หก แต˜แต– แต—แต’ห€โ€ โ€œแถ โฑสณหขแต— หขแต—แต’แต– สณแตƒแตแต‡หกโฑโฟแต แต’โฟโ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แตแต’สณแต‰ แตโฟแต’แถœแตโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แต—แต’ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโ€ง โ€œแดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แดตโ€™แต›แต‰ แตƒ หขโฑแต—แต˜แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท แตแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ห€โ€ โ€œแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แต—แต‰หกหก แดพโฑโฟแตสธ แตƒโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ โฑหข แตสธ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโธด แ”†แต’ สฒแต˜หขแต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰แตŽโ€ โ€œแดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แดต แตƒแต แถœแตƒสณโฑโฟแต แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แตƒหขโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— สทแต‰โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตƒหขแต แดพหกแตƒโฟโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแต‚สฐสธห€ แดดแต‰โ€™หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต สฐแต‰โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—โธด สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต’แถ หข แตƒสณแต‰ สทแต’สณหขแต‰โฟโฑโฟแต แตสธ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—สฐสณแต’แต‡แต‡โฑโฟแต หขแต’ แตโฟแต’แถœแต โฑแต— แต’แถ แถ แตŽโ€ แดฎแต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แต หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ โฑโฟแตƒหกหกสธ แตƒแถœแต—โฑโฟแต แตแต’สณแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง โ€œแต‚แต‰โ€™หกหก หขแต‰แต‰ แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แดพแตƒแต—โ€งโ€งโ€งโ€ โ€œแ”†แต‰แต‰ สธแตƒโ€งโ€ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€ง โ€œแดดแต˜โฟแตสณสธห€โ€ โ€œแดณแต˜แต‰หขหข แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตˆโฑโฟโฟแต‰สณโ€ฆโ€ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแต’แต— แถ แต’แต’แตˆโ€ง แ”†แต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธโธด แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ สณโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแตโ€ง โ€œสธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต‰แต– แต‰แตƒแต—โฑโฟแตแตŽโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง โ€œแดฑสฐ แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ สทแต’สณแต แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สทห€ แดต สณโฑแตˆ แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒโฟแตƒหกสธแถปแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€งโ€ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง โ€œแต€สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แดทสณแตƒแต‡ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆหข สธแต‰แตŽโ€ แดฎแต˜แต— แ”†แต’ แตˆโฑแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง โ€œแดตโ€™แต หขแต—โฑหกหก แตƒ แต‡โฑแต— แต—แต’ หขสฐแตƒแตแต‰โฟ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ แตˆแต’ แตสธ สฒแต’แต‡ สทแต‰หกหก แต‡สธแต‰แตŽโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สฐแตƒโฟแตหข แต˜แต–โธด โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกโฑแตโฑโฟแต แถœแต’โฟแถ หกโฑแถœแต— แต’สณ แต—แต’ หกโฑแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ โฑหฃแต‰แตˆ สทแตƒสณแต แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต—หขโ€ง โ€œแต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€ฆโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโธด แต˜โฟแต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หขสฐแต’สทโฑโฟแต แตƒแถ แถ แต‰แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แตˆแต’โ€ง "แต‚แต‰'แต›แต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แตƒ หกแต’โฟแต แตˆแตƒสธ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สทแต‰?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโธด หขแต—สณแต’แตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แตƒโฟแต—แต‰โฟโฟแตƒแต‰ หขแตแต’แต’แต—สฐโ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’ แต‰หฃสฐแตƒแต˜หขแต—แต‰แตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต หขแต’ แตหกแตƒแตˆ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต‡แต’แต˜โฟแถœโฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง แดพแต‰สณสฐแตƒแต–หข แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท สทโฑหกหก แต‡แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต?" แตโฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หขแต—แต‰สณแต—แต’สณแต’แต˜หขหกสธ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแต แต‡สธ โฟแต’สทโ€ง แ”†แต’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒโฟแตˆ สทสฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ "สธแต’แต˜ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แตแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สทแต’แตแต‰ แต‰แตƒสณหกสธ แต—แต’ หขแต˜โฟสณโฑหขแต‰โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แตƒโฟโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— สฐโฑแต หขแต—โฑหกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟโ€™แต— แตโฟแต’สท โฑแถ  สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰โ€™แตˆ แตƒแต—แต—แต‰โฟแตˆ สทแต’สณแต แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโธด สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต˜แตโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดผสณ แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— แต—แต’ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต‰แต—หข แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ สทแตƒหข สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แถœแตƒหกหก แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต‰แตƒแตหข แต—แต’ แตˆโฑแถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰โฟแต— สณแต’แต’แต แต—แต’ แถœแตƒหกหกโ€ง โ€œแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ฆโ€ แ”†สฐแต‰ สทแตƒหข หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสณแต’สทแต‡แตƒสณโธด สฐแต’สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต’โฟแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— หกโฑแตแต‰ แตƒ หกโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง โ€œแต€สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ หกแต’แต’แตโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต—แตŽ แดดแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต’แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ แต–แต‰หขแต—แต‰สณ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฑแต—โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต แตโฟแต’สท; แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— โฑแต— โฟแต‰แถœแต‰หขหขแตƒสณสธ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜โ€ฆโ€ แดดแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แถ แต˜หกหกสธ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง "สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธ'หข แตƒ แต‡หกแต˜สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แต‡แต‰แต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง" แดถแต˜หขแต— แต—สฐแต‰โฟโธด แตƒโฟแต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แตโฟแต’แถœแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง โ€œแดต แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แถ แตƒหขแต— แตƒหข แดต แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆโ€ง แดต แต–หกแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดธแต‰แต—'หข แตแต’โ€ฆโ€ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€ง
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@KarmaticIrony โ€ข 3y ago โ€ข Going to sleep is like putting a computer on standby mode. The lights aren't on but everything is working and ready to turn back on. In fact some processes are probably running in the background. Getting koncked out is like pulling the computer's power cable out of the wall. Things are not working correctly and there is a risk of serious lasting damage or maybe even total system failure. Even in the best case scenario, booting back up will take longer than from standby.
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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—
new Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton wordcount: 100-500 karen plankton POV Karen Karen (SpongeBob) Sleep & Naps tonsillectomy
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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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˜!"
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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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แ‘ซแต˜แตƒหกโฑแต—สธ แต€โฑแตแต‰ pt. 1 โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ "แดต สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แต‡แต’โฟแตˆ แตƒหข แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰หขโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜ โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜ หกโฑแตแต‰!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’หกแตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดต'หกหก แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต! แต‚สฐแต’'หกหก สธแต’แต˜ แต—แตƒแตแต‰?" "แดตแต—'หกหก แต‡แต‰ แตƒ หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง "แต€สฐแต‰ แต‡แต˜หข หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰หข แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สทแต’สณแต!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สณแต‰แตโฑโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แตแต’ แตแต‰แต— แตสธ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต—แต’หกแตˆโ€ง 'แต‚สฐแต’ แตƒแต แดต แต—แต’ แต–โฑแถœแต? แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แต’โฟหกสธ แต‰โฟแถœแต’แต˜สณแตƒแตแต‰หข แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒโฟโฟแต’สธโฑโฟแต แต‡แต‰สฐแตƒแต›โฑแต’แต˜สณ แต’แถ  แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง' แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแตƒสท แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "แต‚สฐแต’ แต‰หกหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หขโ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ สทแต’สณแต หขสฐโฑแถ แต—'หข แต‰โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆโธด แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต˜หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡สธโ€ง แดฎแต’แต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต สทแต‰สณแต‰ แต—แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต‰หฃแถœโฑแต—แต‰แตˆหกสธโ€ง แดผโฟแถœแต‰ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—สฐแต‰แตโธด แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แ”†แต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰!" แต‚สฐโฑหกหขแต— แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต˜หขโธด แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒแต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰โฟแถœสฐ หขแต‰แตƒแต— แตƒแตˆสฒแตƒแถœแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโ€ง "แดฌสณแต‰ สทแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰ สธแต‰แต—?" "แดบแต’!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แต–หกโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ'หข แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒโฟแตˆ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐแต‰แตˆโธด แตˆแต’แถปโฑโฟแต แต’แถ แถ โ€ง "แดนแต˜หขแต— แต‡แต‰ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ 'แต‰แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตแต’หขแต—หกสธ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต'หข หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐโฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดดแตƒ?" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หขโฟแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰สธ'สณแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสธโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰โฟแต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง "แดต แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สฐโฑแต สทแต‰'แต›แต‰ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰แตˆโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆโ€ง "แดฐโฑแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แต‡สณโฑโฟแต แตƒโฟสธ หขโฟแตƒแถœแตหข?" "แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰โธด แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต; แดต แต‡สณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— หขแต’แตแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—โฑแต‰หข!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฒแต˜แตแต–แต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡'หข แตƒโฟหขสทแต‰สณโ€ง "แดต'แต›แต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแตƒแตˆ แต’โฟแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ หขแตƒหกโฑแต›แตƒแต—แต‰โ€ง "แต‚แต‰'หกหก สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐ สธแต’แต˜ แต‰แตƒแต— โฑแต—; โฟแต’ แถ แต˜โฟโฟสธ แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข!" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต’สท แตแต˜แถœสฐ แตแต’สณแต‰ แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜สณ หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒแตแต‰โธด โฟแต’ แต’แถ แถ แต‰โฟแถœแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆหข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง "แดต'หกหก หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰; แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต'หข แตƒ สฐแต‰แตƒแต›สธ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–แต‰สณโธด หขแต’ แต–แต‰สณสฐแตƒแต–หข แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แถœแตƒโฟ หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดณแต’แต’แตˆโฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’โธด แตโฑแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตแต’แต›แต‰แตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณ แต—แต’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตˆแตˆหกแต‰ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แต—แต’ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดแต‰สธ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต สทแตƒแตแต‰หข สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดพแตƒแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ แดต แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜?" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โธด สฒแต˜หขแต— แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แตˆโฑหขแต—แต˜สณแต‡ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโธด หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'แตˆ แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แถœแต˜สณหกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚สฐสธ แตƒสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต˜แต–?" "แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐแต˜แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแตโธด แถœแต’แตแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แถ สณแต‰แต‰ แตƒสณแต แต—แต’ แต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒแถœแต‰ สฐโฑแต แ”†โฑโฟแถœแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข หกแต‰แตƒโฟโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดตแต›แต‰ แตƒแถœแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต—แตƒหกแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพแตƒแต— แตแต‰แต‰แต– สธแต’แต˜สณ แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ แตˆแต’สทโฟ! แดฎแต˜แต— สธแต‰หข สฐแต‰ แต—แตƒแตแต‰หข แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ สทแตƒสณแต แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜โธด หกโฑแตแต‰ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโธด สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แต—หข แต‡แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต‰แตƒหขโฑหกสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ แดต แตแต’ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต‡แต‰แตˆ?" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โธด แดพแตƒแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" to be cont. Pt. 2
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แดทสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แดฎโฑสณแต—สฐแตˆแตƒสธ แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ @alyjaci "แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโธด แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแตƒแตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต แตƒแต— สทแต’สณแต หกแตƒแต—แต‰ หขแต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰ แต‡โฑสณแต—สฐแตˆแตƒสธ แต–แตƒสณแต—สธ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แต‡แต’หขหขโ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต—โธด แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰หข แตแต’แต— แต—แต’ สทแต’สณแตโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แต˜หขแต‰ แตสธ แตƒสณแต—โฑหขแต—โฑแถœ หขแตโฑหกหกหข แต—แต’ แตˆแต‰แถœแต’สณแตƒแต—แต‰ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— สธแต’แต˜ แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แต‰หฃแต— แต–แต‰แตƒสณหก แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ หขสฐแต‰'หข แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— แดต'หกหก สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆแต‰หกโฑแต›แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰หข แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกหกสธ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต‰โฟแต— สฐแต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰หฃแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ หขแต’แตแต‰ แต’แถ  แถ แตƒแตโฑหกสธ สณแต‰หกแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟหข แต’แถ  แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰โ€ง "แต‚สฐแต’ แต‰หกหขแต‰ แตแตƒสธ แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰แตˆ?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ แดต แต‡สณโฑโฟแต แตสธ แต–แต‰แต— แดณแตƒสณสธ?" "แดบแต’ แตƒโฟโฑแตแตƒหกหข แตƒหกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆโธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดธแตƒสณสณสธ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต‡หขแต—แต‰สณ?" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แถœแตƒสณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฟแตƒแต›สธ แต‡แต˜แตˆแตˆโฑแต‰หข?" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โธด สทสฐสธ โฟแต’แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดผสฐโธด แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต˜สณสณสธ โฑแต— แต˜แต–!" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตˆแต‰หกโฑแต›แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰หข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แดฌ สฐแต˜แตโ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— โฑโฟ แต–แต˜แต‡หกโฑแถœ!" "แดฟโฑแตสฐแต—; หขแต’สณสณสธโธด หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทโฑโฟแต แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แต‡โฑสณแต—สฐแตˆแตƒสธโธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแตƒหข โฑโฟ แถ แต’สณ แตƒ หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰ แตƒหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต สฒแต˜แตแต–แต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โธด แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต แตƒ แตˆแตƒโฟแถœแต‰ สณแต’แต˜แต—โฑโฟแต‰! แต€สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณโฑแต’สณ สทแตƒหข แตแต’หกแตˆแต‰โฟ โฑโฟ แถœแต’หกแต’แต˜สณโธด แตแต’โฟแต‰สธ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง "แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ โฑแต—; แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตหข! แ”†แตƒสธโธด แตˆโฑแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สทสฐแต’หกแต‰ แถœโฑแต—สธ?" "แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แต—แต’ แตแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ & แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตแต‰แต— แตƒโฟ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ แตแตƒโฟแต สฐแตƒหข แต–สณแต’แต›โฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แต‡โฑสณแต—สฐแตˆแตƒสธ แต‰แต›แต‰สณ! by @alyjaci
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Warning: This item may contain sensitive themes such as nudity.

"We removed Plankton's wisdom teeth. He's still asleep, you can stay with him." Said the oral surgeon to Karen. They've just finished and lead Karen into the room. Plankton is lying in the hospital bed, his face a mask of peace, the only signs of the recent surgery being the gauze in his mouth and the drool seeping out the side. His cheeks are slightly swollen, and she wonders when he'll wake up. The doctor said it could take a while. The IV line snakes up his arm. Karen pulls a chair up beside the bed. She takes his hand and holds it gently, feeling the warmth of his skin contrast with the coolness of her own palm. The room is sterile, the air conditioning humming steadily in the background. The faint smell of disinfectant fills the space. She looks around the room, noticing the monitors beeping in rhythm with Plankton's breathing and heart rate. The nurse comes in and checks the machines, making a few quiet notes on a clipboard. She smiles at Karen, "He's doing well. Just let him sleep. It's the best thing right now." Karen nods, squeezing Plankton's hand slightly, willing him to feel her presence. She wonders what dreams he's having, if any, behind his closed lid. Time seems to crawl as Karen watches him sleep. She tries to read a book, but the words blur together. Her thoughts drift to their lives before this moment, their shared laughter, their arguments, the quiet moments of understanding. Her gaze lingers on his swollen cheeks, his chest rising and falling with each breath. A soft groan escapes his lips and his eye begins to flutter open. Slowly, Plankton comes to, his vision blurred by the anesthesia's last hangover. He blinks, trying to focus on Karen's face. She sets aside her book and smiles at him, her screen welcoming him back to the world of the conscious. "Hi," she says softly. "How are you feeling?" Plankton makes a sound that's somewhere between a whine and a grunt. His eye wanders the room before finally settling on hers. "What...what happened?" he slurs, the words barely audible through the gauze. Karen's smile widens a bit. "You had your wisdom teeth removed, remember?" He nods slightly. The nurse reappears, checking his vitals again with a gentle touch. "Time to go home," she says, removing the gauze. They make their way out of the hospital, Karen supporting Plankton gently as he stumbles, his legs still wobbly from the anesthesia. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the parking lot. Karen helps Plankton into the car, buckling him in and adjusting the seat so he can lean back and rest. He nods off almost immediately, his breathing evening out as the car starts and they pull away from the hospital. The drive home is quiet, Plankton's snores punctuating the hum of the engine. Karen keeps glancing over, checking on him, her concern etched into every line on her screen. The pain medication is strong, keeping him in a half-awake state. Each time he wakes, he looks around, disoriented, before his eye finds hers and his expression relaxes. Once they arrive, Karen guides him to the couch, his body feeling heavier than ever before. He slumps into the cushions and she grabs the ice pack from the cooler. "Hold this to your cheeks," she instructs, placing the cold compress against his skin. He nods obediently, his eye already glazing over with the promise of sleep. The TV flickers on, its blue light washing over the room. Karen finds a sitcom they both enjoy, hoping the familiar laughter will ease his pain and keep them both company. But Plankton's snores soon overpower the TV's audio, his head lolling to the side. She smiles, knowing he's in a deep slumber, and covers him with a blanket. The house is eerily quiet except for the steady tick of the clock on the wall. Karen moves around the kitchen, preparing a soft meal for when he wakes, her mind racing with thoughts of what the next few days will be like. Plankton's recovery will be slow, but she's ready to take care of him. She's his rock, his support, and she'll do anything to help him feel better.
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แต€สฐแต‰ แดฑโฟแตˆ ๐–๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค๐ƒ๐€๐‘๐Š โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ ๐–๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค๐ƒ๐€๐‘๐Š แต€สฐแต‰ แถ หกสธโฑโฟแต แตˆสณแต’โฟแต‰ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰โ€ง "สธแต‰หข!" แดดแต‰ แตแต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰! แดฎแต˜แต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ โฑโฟแตƒหก โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตแต’แต’แตˆ โฑแตแตแต‰แตˆโฑแตƒแต—แต‰หกสธ แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แต‚สฐแตƒแต— โฑหข โฑแต—?" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโธด หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แถ สณแต’แถปแต‰โฟ โฑโฟ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณ แถ แต‰แตƒสณโ€ง แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แตแตƒแถปแต‰โธด หขสฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ โฑแต— สณแต‰แตƒแตˆ 'แถœแต’แต–แต‰แต–แต’แตˆ' แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰ หกแตƒหขแต—โธด สทโฑแต—สฐ 'แต–สณแต’แต—แต’แถปแต’แตƒ' แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต–แตƒสณแต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แถœสณแต‰แต— หขแตƒแต˜แถœแต‰โ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแตƒหข แต˜โฟแตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแตหกสธ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสท สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข หกโฑหขแต—แต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต–แต‰สณโธด สฐโฑแตˆโฑโฟแต แตƒหข แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแต‰โฟแต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'แต›แต‰ หขแต‰แต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แ”†แตƒสธ แต‡สธแต‰ แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜สณ หขแต–แต’แต˜หขแต‰'หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’หกแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธแต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต‡แต‰สธแต’โฟแตˆ สณแต‰แต–แตƒโฑสณโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒหขแต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก โฑโฟ แต‡สณแต’แตแต‰โฟ แต–โฑแต‰แถœแต‰หขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แต˜แต–โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰! แดบแต’โธด แตˆแต’โฟ'แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต˜โฟแถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สฐโฑแต— สฐโฑหข แถ แตƒแถœแต‰ สณแต‰โฟแตˆแต‰สณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง "แดบแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ สทแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ สทแต‰โฟแต— แตƒหข แดต แต–แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ โฑโฟ แตแต‰ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณแตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แต˜โฟโฑแต—! สธแต’แต˜'หกหก แถ แต‰แต‰หก แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒโฑโฟ สทสฐแต‰โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒแตแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’หขหข แต—แต’แต’แต สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณแตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แต˜โฟโฑแต—โ€ง "แดทแต‰แต‰แต– สธแต’แต˜ แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒ โฟแต‰สท แต‡แตƒแต—แถœสฐ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สทแต‰ สณแต˜โฟ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ แตแต‰แตƒแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‡แต‰สฐโฑโฟแตˆ สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ แต—แต‰แตƒสณหขโ€ง "แ”†แต’สณสณสธโธด แต‡แต’สธ; แดต แถœแตƒโฟ'แต— แตƒแถ แถ แต’สณแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต แต’สณ สฐแต‰หกแต–โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดณแต’แต’แตˆโฟโฑแตสฐแต—!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หกแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตƒ แถปแต’แต’แต–หกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทโฑหกหก แต˜หขแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แตแตƒแตแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แต‡แตƒแต—แถœสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต’แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต’ หขแต—โฑหกหก สทแตƒหขโฟ'แต— แตแต’แต›โฑโฟแตโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แต‚สฐแตƒแต—'หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต’โฟ? แดฌสฐสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทโฑโฟแถœแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโฟแต‰หขหข โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœโฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต แต’โฟแต‰ แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหขโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สฐโฑโ€ง แดตแต—'หข หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แต‚แต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สณแต’แต˜แต‡หกแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สทแต‰ แตƒสณแต‰โธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ โฑหข แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณโฟแต‰แตƒแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แต‚แต‰ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แตƒโฟ แต‰หขแถœแตƒแต–แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สทแต‰'สณแต‰ หกแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟโ€ง แดต แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แถœโฑแต–แต‰โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สทแต’แต˜หกแตˆ'แต›แต‰ หขแต˜หขแต–แต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ แต’สณแตแต˜หกแตƒโ€ง แถ สณแต’แต โฟแต’สท แต’โฟโธด แดต'แต สธแต’แต˜สณ หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒแต— สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดตแต—'หข แต—โฑแตแต‰; แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—โฑแต‰หข แตƒสณแต‰ สณแต˜โฟโฟโฑโฟแต หกแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดตโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแตƒแตแต‡แต‰สณโธด สฐแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แต สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แตƒโฟแต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง "แดตแถ  สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— โฑแตแตแต‰แตˆโฑแตƒแต—แต‰หกสธ หขแต˜แถœแถœแต˜แตแต‡โธด สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—โฑหกหก สทแต’โฟ'แต— แตแตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แต—แต’ แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สทโ€ง แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰ แตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰หข แต’แถ  แต–แตƒแต—แต—โฑแต‰หข แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สทโธด หขแต’ แดต'หกหก โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒหกหก แต’แถ  แตแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’หกแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดบแต’สทโธด แตแต’แต’แตˆแต‡สธแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแต‰โฟแต— แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– หขสฐแต’แต– หกแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธโธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต‰หกแตƒแถœแต‰หข แต—แต’ แตแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜โฟหกแต’แถœแตโ€ง "แต€แต’แต’แต แตแต‰ แตƒหกหก แตˆแตƒสธโธด โฟแต’สท แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ สฐโฑแต แต‡แตƒแตˆหกสธ แต‡แต‰แตƒแต—แต‰โฟ แต‡แต’แตˆสธโ€ง "แดผสฐโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแต’แต— สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง "แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ สณแตƒโฟแต—โฑแถœแตƒหกหกสธ แต–แต’แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แต’แถ  สฐแต‰สณ แต—สณแต‰แต‰ แตˆแต’แตแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แต‡แต˜แถปแถปแต‰สณโ€ง "แต‚แต‰ แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต—โฑแตแต‰! แดดแต˜สณสณสธโธด แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰!" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แต‡สณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต’แต˜แต— สฐแต‰สณ แต’สทโฟ แต‰แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต–แตแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง "แดดแต‰'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แตƒหกโฑแต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธโ€ง แต‚แต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒแถœแต— แ‘ซแต˜โฑแถœแตหกสธโธด หขแต’ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— หขแต—แต’แต– แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒหขแต แ‘ซแต˜แต‰หขแต—โฑแต’โฟหข; แตˆแต’ แตƒหข แดต หขแตƒสธ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดต หขแตƒสธ โฑแต—!" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— หขแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง แดฎแต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แต สทแต’สณแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แถ สณแต’แต แตˆสธโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แต‚แต‰'สณแต‰ แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต สทแต‰ แต–แต’หขหขโฑแต‡หกสธ แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข โฑโฟ แต‡แตƒแตˆ หขสฐแตƒแต–แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธ แต—แต’หกแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดต'หกหก แต—สณสธ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—แต‰แตƒแตˆโฑหกสธ แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ; โฑแต—'หข แตƒหกหก สทสฐแตƒแต— แถœแตƒโฟ แต‡แต‰ แตˆแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ แตแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต’แต– แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡สธ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโฑโฟแต แตƒสฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ; แต‰หฃแต–แต’หขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แถœโฑแต–แต‰โธด แตแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ แตˆแต‰แถœแต’สธ แต’แถ  แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แต‰แต—แถœโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒสทแต’แตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตโฑหขแต—แต‰สณ สฐโฑหข หขแต˜สณสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแตหขโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตแตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‰สธแต‰?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดตแต—'หข แตƒหกแตแต’หขแต— แต’แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰; สทแต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แตƒ หขแตƒแถ แต‰ สฐโฑแตˆโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง แดตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธโธด แต—สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แดตแถ  สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต—โธด แดต แถœแตƒโฟ หขแต‰โฟแตˆ แตƒ แถœแต’แต–สธ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หข แต—แต’ แดพแต‰สณแถœสฐ แดพแต‰สณแตโฑโฟหข แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰สทหข แถœสณแต‰สท แตแต’ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต‰หข!" 'แดพแต‰สณแถœสฐ แดพแต‰สณแตโฑโฟหข หกโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแถœแต‰โฟแต‰โธด แตƒหข สทแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰ แดนสณโ€ง แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฟแต’สท แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แตแต˜โฑหกแต—สธ แต’แถ  แต˜โฟหขแต–แต‰แตƒแตแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แถœสณโฑแตแต‰หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒแต—สณแต’แถœโฑแต—โฑแต‰หขโ€ง แดดโฑหข สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— สฐแตƒหข แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒแถœแต‰หข แถœสฐแตƒสณแตแต‰หข แต’แถ  สณแต’แต‡แต’หขหกแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต—แต‰สณ แต›โฑฬแตƒ แตแตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟโฑแถœโฑแตˆแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒสณสณแต‰หขแต—แต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แต‡แต˜แต—แถœสฐแต‰สณโฑโฟแตโ€ง' puฦŽ วษฅ๊“•
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แดฟแต‰แถœโฑแต–แต‰ แถ แต’สณ แดฐโฑหขแตƒหขแต—แต‰สณ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š: ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฟ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š: ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฟ "แดต'แต แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆหข แตแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง" แดดแต‰ สณแต‰แต–หกโฑแต‰หขโธด แต‡แต˜หขสธโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง แ”†แต’ หขสฐแต‰ สทสณแต’แต—แต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒ โฟแต’แต—แต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— โฑโฟ แถœแตƒหขแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สฐแตƒโฟแต แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดนแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข โฟแต’แต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง "แดณโฑแต›แต‰ แตแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโธด แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต‰แตแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต หขแต’โ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰ แต’แต›แต‰สณ หขแต’ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตƒแถœแถœแต‰หขหข แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–โฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜แต‡แต‰ หขสฐแตƒแต–แต‰แตˆ แต–แต’สณแต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต›แตƒแต˜หกแต—โธด แต˜หขโฑโฟแต แตƒหกหก สฐโฑหข หขแต—สณแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— โฑโฟ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แตแต‰ แต‡แต’สธโธด แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต–แต˜แต— แตƒโฟ แต‰โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต’สณ แตƒหกหกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สฐแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰ แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แต‡แตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต หขแตแตƒแถœแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณ แตƒ สธแต‰หกแต–โฑโฟแต แถœสณสธ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแต–หกแต‰หขหขหกสธ แถ แต‰หกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแต แถ แต‰แต‰แต‡หกสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต— โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ สณแต’หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐ สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’หกแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆสณแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ หกโฑแถ แต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒสฒแตƒสณโ€ง "แดบแต’โธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแต‰หขแต’หกแต˜แต—แต‰โ€ง "แดต สทแต’โฟ'แต— แตˆแต’ โฑแต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต สทแต’โฟ'แต— หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถ โฑโฟแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แต‡แต‰ แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ แต–โฑแถœแต แต˜แต– แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดนแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แตโฑสณหกหข โฟโฑแตสฐแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰หข แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต หขแต’แต‡หข แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง "แดพหกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโธด แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟหกแต‰หขหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ แต’แถ  สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ! แดพหกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰โธด สฐแต‰หกแต–! แดดแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’แต›โฑโฟแตโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดนสธ หขแต’แต˜สณแถœแต‰หข โฑโฟแตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—แต‰ สฐแต‰'หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หข แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰แตƒสณหกโฑแต‰หขแต— หขแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตแต‰แตƒโฟแต— แถ แต’สณ แตƒโฟสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สทโธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแต˜โฟแต— แถ แต’สณแถœแต‰ แต—สณแตƒแต˜แตแตƒโ€ง แดดแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหขแต— แถœแตƒหขแต‰ หขแถœแต‰โฟแตƒสณโฑแต’ แตƒ แถœแต’แตแตƒโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต‰หกหกโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ หขแต—แตƒสธ แต’แต›แต‰สณ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’แต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟ โฑโฟ แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณ แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  หขโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต–; แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒหข แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แตƒแถœแต—โฑโฟแต แตƒหข แตƒ แตแต’โฟโฑแต—แต’สณ แถ แต’สณ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต’แตแต‰ แต˜แต– โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สทโฑแต—แถœสฐโธด สฐโฑหข หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หข แตสณแตƒแตˆแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหกหขแต’ แต–แต‰สณแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โธด สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰โฟโ€ง แดฑสธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟโธด สฐแต‰ สทแต‰แตƒแตหกสธ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข หขแต˜สณสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแตหขโ€ง "แดฑแต˜สฐโ€“" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ฝ" แต€สฐแต‰ แตˆแต˜หกหก แต–แตƒโฑโฟ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ โฑโฟแถœสณแต‰แตƒหขแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰ สฐโฑแต— สฐโฑแต แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหขแต— แต’แถ  โฑแต—โ€ง "แตแตสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต˜โฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง "สธแตƒแตโธด สทสฐแตƒโ€ง แดนสธ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ; สทสฐแตƒแต— โฑหข สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ โฑโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’แต’แต แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต—แต‰ แต‰ สฐโฑแต— สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณ แตˆแตƒสธ! แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตˆสณโฑโฟแต?" "แดต'หกหก หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แดต แต‡สณแต˜โฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—สณแต˜แถœแต สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต’แต– สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—แต‰แตƒหกโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง แดต'แต หขแต’ หขแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดฐโฑแตˆ แดต แตแต‰แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆ โฟแต’แต—; แตสธ แตƒแต–แต’หกแต’แตโฑแต‰หขโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟโ€ง "แดต สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜ หขโฑแต— แต˜แต– หขแต—สณแตƒโฑแตสฐแต— แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ หขโฑแต– แต’แถ  แตˆสณโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต–แต’หขโฑแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต’แต— แถ สณแต˜หขแต—สณแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หขแต–โฑหกแต— สฐโฑหข สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณโธด หขแต—โฑหกหก สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— สทแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแต’แตƒหฃแต‰แตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แตแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแต’หกแตˆ โฑแต— แต’สณ สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต’หกแตˆ โฑแต—?" แดนแตƒแตˆ แตƒแต— สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แถ แต’สณ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธ แต—แต’ แตƒสณแตแต˜แต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตƒหกหขแต’ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แตƒโฟแตสณสธ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰แตโธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขแต’แตแต‰สทสฐแตƒแต— แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€ง "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโธด สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต โฟแต’ แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—แตƒสธ แต‡สธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แตˆ; สฒแต˜หขแต— สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง" "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "หกแต‰แตƒโฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง" แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒหข สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ สฐโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–โฑหกหกแต’สทโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’หขหข 'แดต แตƒแต สณแต‰หขโฑแตโฟโฑโฟแต' แต—แต’ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด แต›แต’สทโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แถœแต’แตแต‰ แตƒ แถ สณสธ แถœแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แต’โฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธโ€ง "แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แถ แต‰หกแต— แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต— สทโฑแต—สฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—โธด แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰หขแต—แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง "แดฟโฑแตสฐแต—; หขแต’สณสณสธโ€ง" "แดบแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แดต'แตˆ หขแตƒสธ โฑแต—โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แถœแตƒโฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฑแต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— โฟแตƒแตแตโฑโฟแต แตแต‰ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขโฑแตสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หข แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰โฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สทโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ หขแตƒแต›แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สทโธด แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰หข สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหข แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโธด แตˆแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ โฟแต’แต— สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตƒแตˆแตโฑแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตƒหกหขแต’ แตแต‰แตแต’สณโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต!" "สธแต’แต˜ หขแต˜สณแต‰?" "แดฌหข สฐโฑหข แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโธด แดต'แตˆ แตˆแต’ โฑแต—โธด แต’สณ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แตˆแต’ โฑแต—!" แต€สฐแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡'หข โฟแต’ แตแต’สณแต‰โ€ง
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SHELF IMPROVEMENT v (Autistic author) They sat together, the morning light filtering through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over their quiet meal. Karen watched Plankton closely, noticing the subtle differences in his behavior. The way his eye would dart around the room, as if searching for something. The way his antennas would stiffen whenever a noise pierced their sanctuary. "No more noise," he whispered, his voice tight with anxiety. Karen nodded, swiping at her eyes. "I'll be quiet, Plankton. I'm here." They ate in companionable silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Karen's mind raced with the implications of this new development. She had read about autism before, but it had always felt like something that happened to other people. Now it was right here, in their kitchen, changing the dynamic of their relationship. Plankton's antennae twitched as he chewed, his focus completely on his food. Every now and then, he'd look up at Karen, his eye searching for reassurance. She gave it without hesitation, her smile genuine, full of love. As they finished breakfast, Karen's mind raced with what their day would look like now. Would they still go about their usual routine, or would everything be different? "Plankton," she said gently, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Do you w..." He flinched at the sudden contact, his antennae shooting straight up. She had to be more careful, more sensitive to his new reality. She pulled her hand back, giving him space. "Plankton," she started again, her voice softer this time. "Do you want to find a quiet place to sit for a while?" He nodded, his antennas still. "Quiet," he whispered, his eye flickering to the living room. Together, they moved to the couch, the sunken cushions welcoming them like an old friend. Karen knew Plankton liked the feeling of being enveloped, and she hoped it would offer him some comfort, and moved a throw blanket over his legs. Plankton leaned into the cushions, his antennae twitching slightly as his eye darted around the room. Karen sat beside him, not sure what to say or do next. "Would you like to read a book?" she offered tentatively. Plankton's antennae stopped moving for a moment, his gaze locking onto hers. "Book," he mumbled, his voice lacking the enthusiasm he usually had. Karen selected a simple story, hoping the familiar words would comfort him. As she read, Plankton remained still, his eye half-closed. The words were a gentle lullaby to his overwhelmed mind. Karen noticed that he didn't react to the plot twists or the punchlines, his expression unchanged. It was as if he was listening, but not quite there. "The end," she said softly, closing the book. Plankton's antennae quivered slightly, and he turned his gaze to her. "Book," he mumbled. It was the first word he had said in what felt like hours. This wasn't the Plankton she knew, the one who could spout complex sentences and wield his wit like a weapon. This was a Plankton lost in a world of sensory overload and confusion. She knew that autism was a spectrum, and that Plankton was still himself, but it was difficult to see him this way. "Let's try something else," she suggested, desperation tinting her voice. She searched his face for any sign of recognition or interest. Plankton nodded, his antennas drooping slightly. "Okay," he murmured, his eye unfocused. "How about we play a game?" she suggested.
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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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SPONGEBOB OVERLOAD 1/2 (By NEUROFABULOUS) The morning light peeked through the blinds, painting stripes on the bedroom floor. Karen stirred in her sleep, sitting up. Her husband, Plankton, slept peacefully beside her, his arms wrapped around a pillow. Karen looked over at him, his face calm and serene. The digital alarm clock read 7:00 AM. She carefully slid out of bed, trying not to disturb his slumber. "Karen," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. She paused, half in and half out of the bed. Did he wake? But Plankton's snores grew softly, his breathing even. She sighed with relief. Their son Chip, a lanky teenager, was already up. Karen could hear his footsteps thundering down the hallway, his energy palpable even through the closed bedroom door. He burst into the room, a tornado of teenage angst and excitement. "Mom! Dad!" he shouted. "It's the day!" Karen winced at his volume. Plankton stirred, his eye slitting open. "What is it?" he asked, his voice groggy. "The science fair!" Chip exclaimed, his screen flushed with excitement. Plankton's eye shot open and he sat up instantly, his mind racing. The patty heist. Today was the day he had been meticulously planning for weeks. He had overheard Mr. Krabs, his rival at the Krabby Patty, bragging about their restaurant's dominance over the competition. Plankton had to have it. "Chip, buddy," he said, his voice a mix of sleep and urgency. "I will try to make it, but canโ€™t guarantee it. But Karen, I mean โ€˜Momโ€™ can.." Karen's eyes widened, but she nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Her husbandโ€™s obsession with Krabby Patties had taken over again. "I'll be there for you, buddy," she assured Chip, trying to mask her own disappointment. Plankton threw the covers off, swinging his tiny legs over the side of the bed. His eye was sharp with focus, his mind already racing with the complexities of his heist. "I'll make it quick," he told Karen, kissing her screen. Plankton tiptoed, his heart pounding. The office door was closed, but unlocked. He eased it open, his eye darting around the room, searching for any signs of movement. Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob were deep in conversation, their backs to the door. Plankton took a deep breath and slipped in, his tiny frame barely making a sound. "Halt!" Mr. Krabs spun around, his beady eyes locking onto Plankton. His face grew red with anger. "What do ye think yer doing here?" Plankton froze, his heart thumping in his chest. "I... I... was just looking for a... a... " He searched for a plausible lie, but his mind was a whirlwind of panic. Mr. Krabs' glower deepened. "Don't lie to me, ye tiny scoundrel! I know what yer after, and ye'll not get it!" Mr. Krabs lunged forward, brandishing a heavy spatula. Plankton squeaked in alarm, trying to dodge the blow. But his reflexes weren't quick enough. The metal spatula connected with his head with a sickening crack, sending him crashing to the floor. The room spun around Plankton as darkness closed in. The last thing he heard was SpongeBob's startled, "Mr. Krabs!" before the world went silent. Mr. Krabs looked down at Plankton's crumpled form, his expression a stormy mix of anger and triumph. He turned to his trusty fry cook. "SpongeBob," he barked. "Take this...this... tiny troublemaker out of me office.." Sponge Bob looked at Mr. Krabs, then at Plankton, his face a mask of confusion and concern. He gently scooped Plankton up with one spongy arm, his eyes filled with concern for the unconscious villain. The weight of the situation hit him, and his steps were heavy as he carried his friend out of the office. He could feel the tension in the room as Mr. Krabs watched them go, his glower never leaving Plankton's form. Sponge Bob's mind raced with questions and worry. He had known Plankton for a long time, despite their rivalry over the Krabby Patty formula. They had shared laughs and schemes in the past, but this... He couldn't believe his boss would stoop so low as to attempt to hurt Plankton. As he stepped into the hallway, Sponge Bob quickly scanned for any prying eyes. The corridor was empty, the usual bustle of the Krabby Patty silenced by the early morning hour. Carefully, he navigated through the kitchen, trying not to jostle him. "What have you done?" Sponge Bob whispered to the unconscious Plankton, his voice tight with concern. He couldn't help but feel a pang of anger at his friend's usual foolishness, but his primary thought was to get him to safety. He carefully maneuvered Plankton's limp body past the kitchen appliances. The sizzle of the frying oil and the faint scent of sea salt filled the air, but Sponge Bob's thoughts were elsewhere. With a heavy heart, he carried Plankton's limp form down the narrow alley between the Krabby Patty and the Chum Bucket. The morning was still cool, the sun not yet high enough to warm the concrete. The journey was quick, but it felt like an eternity to Sponge Bob. Each step was precise, each breath measured. He didn't want to cause his friend any more harm. He reached the Chum Bucket, the neon lights flickering weakly in the early morning. With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, he slipped inside, the smell of stale chum and machinery assaulting his nostrils. "Karen!" he called out softly, his voice echoing in the small space. "Karen, it's Sponge Bob; I need your help!" Karen rushed to the front of the Chum Bucket, her eyes widening at the sight of her husband's lifeless body. "What happened?" she asked, her voice trembling. Sponge Bob gently laid Plankton down on their couch, his eyes filled with remorse. "He... he tried to steal the Krabby Patty formula again," he stammered. "Mr. Krabs... he hit him." Karen's screen paled as she took in the sight of her injured husband. She quickly moved to his side, feeling for a pulse. It was there, still present. "Oh, Plankton," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. Sponge Bob watched, his eyes brimming with apology. "I didn't know what to do," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Mr. Krabs... he just lost it." Karen's eyes were cold and hard. "Thank you for bringing him home, Sponge Bob," she said, her words clipped. โ€œItโ€™s not your fault..โ€ Her voice trailed off as she turned her attention to Plankton. She gently shook his shoulder. "Wake up, Plankton," she whispered. He didn't move. Her eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of consciousness. "Wake up," she said, a bit louder this time, her voice laced with desperation. The silence was deafening. The room felt like it was closing in on them, the air thick with the scent of concern and fear. Karen's voice grew desperate. "Plankton, wake up!" she shouted, patting his cheek gently. There was no response. Panic began to creep into her voice. "Come on, you can do it," she urged, shaking him slightly. "You've got to wake up." Plankton's body remained motionless, his single eye closed tight. Sponge Bob felt the panic swell inside him like a wave crashing against the shore. His heart raced as he watched Karen's desperate efforts to revive her husband. "Maybe we should call a doctor," he suggested, his voice quivering. Karen's eyes snapped to his, a mix of fear and determination. "No," she decided firmly. "We can't involve anyone else. Not yet." The two of them stood silently for a moment, the only sound the ticking of a clock hanging on the wall. They waited, every second seemingly stretching into an eternity. Each tick was a silent plea for Plankton to regain consciousness. Karen's hand hovered over her husband's forehead, feeling for any sign of life. Sponge Bob looked on, his usually cheerful expression now etched with worry. They waited, each second stretching into an eternity, as the morning sun began to creep into the Chum Bucket, casting a pale light over the disheveled scene. The only sounds were the soft whir of the refrigerator and the distant calls of seagulls. Then, a twitch from one of his antennas. It was so slight that Sponge Bob almost missed it. But Karen's gaze was trained on Plankton, and she noticed immediately. Her eyes lit up with hope. "Plankton?" she whispered, her hand moving to his cheek, her voice barely audible. There was another twitch, this time in his brow. Karen's heart leaped in her chest. "Sponge Bob, I think he's coming to." Sponge Bob leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on Plankton's face. "Plankton," he whispered, his voice full of hope. "Can you hear us?" Plankton's eye cracked open, battling against the brightness of the morning. His vision was blurry, and the world spun around him. He moaned softly, his head throbbing with pain. "What happened?" he managed to croak, his voice hoarse and weak. Karen's eyes filled with relief. "You're awake!" she exclaimed, squeezing his hand. "You got hurt at the Krabby Patty."
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แดณแต’แต’แถ สธ แดณแต’แต’แต‡แต‰สณหข pt. 3 โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต’สณแตแต‰แตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขสฐแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โธด หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแต’แต— โฟแต‰สณแต›แต’แต˜หขโธด โฟแต’แต— แตโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สทสฐแตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'แต แต’แถ แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แถœหกแต’แถœแต แตโฑแตˆโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ หขแต–แต‰แตƒแต สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แดฌหกแต’โฟแต‰โ€ง" "แดผสฐโธด หขแต˜สณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’แต˜แต—โธด หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แตƒแถœแต— แตแต’สณแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง "แดต'แต โฟแต’แต— หกแต’แต’แตโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแต— แต—แต’ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแต— แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต—; แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แตโฑแตสฐแต— แตƒหข สทแต‰หกหก แตแต‰แต— โฑแต— แต’แต›แต‰สณสทโฑแต—สฐโ€ง แดต'แต แต’โฟหกสธ แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หขแตƒสธ โฑแต— แต’โฟแถœแต‰; แดต'แต โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หขแตƒสธ โฑแต— แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตƒแต–แต’หกแต’แตโฑหขแต‰ โฑแถ  แดต แตˆโฑแตˆ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต โฟแต’แต— แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐแต‰แตˆ! แดบแต’สทโธด แดต แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ หขแตƒสธ แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สณแต‰แถœแตƒหกหก แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต’แถ สธ แตแต’แต’แต‡แต‰สณหข สทสฐแตƒแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ; สฐแต’แต–แต‰แถ แต˜หกหกสธ แดต แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตˆแต’ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต‰แตแต‡แตƒสณสณแตƒหขหขโฑโฟแต แต’สณ สทสฐแตƒแต—แต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกแตƒหขแต— โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขสฐโฑแถ แต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดทโฑแตˆ แต—แต‰หกหก แตแต‰ แดตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฑแต—'หข แถ โฑโฟแต‰! แดนแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆ แต’แต˜สณ แต’สทโฟ แถ แตƒโฑสณ หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰ แต’แถ  แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต—หข แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต–หกแต‰ แตแต’แต’แต‡แต‰สณ แต‡แต‰สณสณสธ หขแต˜โฟสณโฑหขแต‰โ€ง แดฌหข แตƒ แตแตƒแต—แต—แต‰สณ แต’แถ  แถ แตƒแถœแต—โธด แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต‡หกแตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜! แดบแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟ สธแต’แต˜ สทแต‰โฟแต— แถ แต’สณ หขแต‰แถœแต’โฟแตˆหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทแต’สณสณสธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ! แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต‡แต‰ แต’โฟแต‰ แต—แต’ แตƒหขแต แถ แต’สณ แตสธ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขสฐโฑแต–โ€ง แดต แตˆโฑแตˆ แต—แต‰หกหก แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทสฐแตƒแต— สทแต‰โฟแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟ แตƒแต— แตแต’แต’แถ สธ แตแต’แต’แต‡แต‰สณหขโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต—แต‰หกหก สฐแต‰สณ สทสฐแตƒแต— สธแต’แต˜ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตƒหข แดต แต—แต˜แถœแตแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜ โฑโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สทแต‰แต‰แต— โฟแต‰แต–แต—แต˜โฟแต‰โธด แดต'แต แตƒแถ สณแตƒโฑแตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒหขแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒสธโ€ง "แดผสฐ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜ แตƒ หขแต—แต’สณสธ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต’แต˜สณ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขสฐโฑแต– แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต‡แต‰หขแต— แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดต สทแต’โฟ'แต— แต—แต‰หกหก; แตสธ หกโฑแต–หข แตƒสณแต‰ หขแต‰แตƒหกแต‰แตˆ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐ แตƒแต— แตแต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตสณแต˜แตแต‡หกแต‰แตˆโ€ง End finale
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General anaesthetics can affect your memory, concentration and reflexes for a day or two, so itโ€™s important for a responsible adult to stay with you for at least 24 hours after your operation, if youโ€™re allowed to go home. Most people are awake in the recovery room immediately after an operation but remain groggy for a few hours after. Youโ€™ll probably feel groggy and a bit confused. You may continue to be sleepy, and your judgment and reflexes may take time to return to normal.
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SPONGEBOB OVERLOAD 2/2 (By NEUROFABULOUS) Plankton's memory was a jumble of images and sounds, but he recaled the confrontation with Mr. Krabs, the spatula, and the pain. He sat up slowly, his head spinning. The pain was intense, but his mind was racing even faster. Plankton looked around the room, his eye trying to make sense of the scene. The Chum Bucket was a mess, his usual order thrown into chaos. Karen's face was a blur of concern, and Sponge Bob hovered close by, his expression filled with a mix of fear and pity. Plankton's mind raced, his thoughts scattered like sand in a storm. He felt a deep disconnect from the world around him, as if he was watching a play in which he was a reluctant participant. His head throbbed, but not just from the blow. It was the pressure of his own thoughts, his brain working overtime to process what had just occurred. Karen noticed the confusion in his expression and squeezed his hand reassuringly. "You had an accident, sweetie," she said softly. "It's okay. You're home now." Plankton's eye darted around the room, his mind struggling to understand the sudden shift in his reality. The noise was overwhelming, each sound a needle pricking his sensitive nerves. "Karen," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "What's happening?" Her gaze softened. "You got hurt, Plankton," she explained gently. "But the science fair," he mumbled, his thoughts jumbled. Karen's expression grew even more concerned. "The science fair can wait, Plankton," she soothed. But Plankton's mind was stuck in a loop, repeating her words. "The science fair can wait Plankton," he echoed, his voice frail and distant. Karen's eyes grew wet with worry. "Yes, dear," she said, stroking his arm. "Your wellbeing is more important." Plankton's eye narrowed as he repeated her words, his voice a mix of stubbornness and determination. "Wellbeing is important," he murmured, his thoughts racing. The words echoed in his head, a maddening loop. "The science fair can wait, Plankton," he whispered to himself, his voice taking on a rhythmic pattern. "Can wait, can wait..." Sponge Bob watched, his heart heavy with concern. He had never seen his friend like this, his usual confidence and scheming reduced to repetitive mumbles. "Plankton," he ventured cautiously, placing a spongy hand on his shoulder. Plankton's eye snapped to his, the loop breaking for a brief moment. "Sponge Bob," he murmured, his voice still weak. Sponge Bob's heart leaped with hope. "Yes, Plankton, I'm here," he said gently. But Plankton's gaze was distant, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. "Wellbeing is important," he murmured again, the words coming out in a staccato rhythm, his mind locked in the grip of echolalia. Karen's heart clenched with fear. This wasn't just disorientation from his injury. This was something more. "Sponge Bob," she whispered urgently. "I think he's in shock." Sponge Bob nodded, his face a mask of concern. "I'll get some water," he said, rushing to the sink. He filled a glass and hurried back, careful not to spill a drop. Plankton's eye followed the glass, his gaze unfocused. He began to rock back and forth slightly. Karen noticed the change in his behavior, her concern deepening. "Here, drink some water," she urged, offering the glass to his shaking hand. Plankton took it without a word, his motions mechanical. He brought the glass to his lips, but his hand trembled so badly that water sloshed out, spilling down. The moment the cool liquid hit the floor, a strange look passed over his face. It was as if he had seen a ghost, his single eye going wide with alarm. "The water," he stammered, his voice shaking. Karen's heart sank as she watched her husband's distress. "It's okay, Plankton," she soothed. "It's just water..." But Plankton's eye were glued to the spilled water, his entire body trembling. "It's... it's not right," he muttered, his voice filled with a childlike fear. Karen looked confused, the spilled water seemingly a minor issue. โ€œPlankโ€ฆโ€ โ€œItโ€™s not right!โ€ Planktonโ€™s voice was urgent now, his trembling hand gesturing at the spill. His mind was a whirlwind of disturbing thoughts, each more distressing than the last. Sponge Bob and Karen exchanged worried glances. โ€œWhat do you mean, Plankton?โ€ Sponge Bob asked, kneeling beside the couch, his eyes full of concern. Plankton's breathing grew rapid, his chest heaving. "The... the... water," he stuttered, pointing at the puddle. "It's too... too... much!" Karen's gaze flitted to the floor, then back to her husband. "It's okay," she soothed, her voice quaking with fear. "It's just a little spill." But Plankton's agitation only grew. He flung the glass aside, the remaining water splattering against the wall. "No!" he shouted, his voice high and desperate. "Too much!" Karen and Sponge Bob watched in horror as Plankton collapsed into a sobbing mess, his tiny body wracked with tremors. His hands fluttered in his face, his breath coming in quick, sharp gasps. The room grew claustrophobic, the air thick with his panic. "It's okay," Karen whispered, her voice shaking. "It's just water, Plankton." But his anguished cries only grew louder. Sponge Bob's heart ached as he watched his friend fall apart before his eyes. Plankton's behavior was unlike anything he had ever seen, his usual cunning replaced with a raw, overwhelming fear. The room grew smaller as Plankton's sobs filled the space, his body convulsing with the intensity of his breakdown. Karen looked at Sponge Bob, her expression a mix of despair and determination. They both knew they had to calm him down, but how? Sponge Bob took a deep breath, trying to think. "Plankton," he said softly, his voice a gentle coax. "Look at me, buddy. It's just a spill. It's okay." Plankton's cries grew louder, his body shaking uncontrollably. Karen wrapped her arms around him, trying to soothe the storm raging inside his mind. "Shh, it's okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible over his cries. Sponge Bob's heart was in his throat as he watched his friend's breakdown. Plankton was not his usual self. The usually scheming, sneaky scientist was reduced to a quivering mess, his sobs echoing off the walls of the tiny Chum Bucket. His face was a mask of fear and confusion, his single eye wide with panic. "Plankton, please," Karen begged, her voice trembling. "You're scaring me." She scans his brain. The results were not what she expected. The blow from Mr. Krabs had caused more damage than she could have imagined. The injury had altered his brain chemistry in a way that was both profound and irreversible. Plankton had developed a rare condition called acquired autism, a disorder that could occur after a severe head trauma. It was a cruel twist of fate for a man whose life had been consumed by the desire for the Krabby Patty formula. The realization hit Karen like a tidal wave, knocking the wind out of her. Her eyes filled with tears as she whispered the diagnosis to Sponge Bob and Plankton. His expression mirrored her shock and sadness. Sponge Bob sat silent for a moment, his usually cheerful face contorted with sympathy and concern. "What do we do?" he asked finally, his voice barely above a whisper. โ€œCan you clean the mess?โ€ Karen asks him. He nodded solemnly, his movements slow and deliberate as he stood up to mop the spilled water. As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a deep sorrow for his friend. Plankton had always been the troublemaker, the one who pushed boundaries. But now, his world was shattered. The silence in the room was only broken by Plankton's sobs and the swish of the mop. Sponge Bob's heart felt heavy as he cleaned up the water, his thoughts racing. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. His best friend, his rival, his... his family. Plankton had always been there, through thick and thin, and now he was... different. And yet, thatโ€™s ok.
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A TOOTHY STORY pt. 7 The next morning, the anesthesia's completely worn off. Plankton wakes to find himself drooling on his pillow, the gauze in his mouth a soggy mess. His eye opens. Wincing as he wiped his mouth, he took out his now pink gauze. "Whaโ€™ happened?" He says. Karen's smile is a gentle wave. "I had my wisdom teeth out, right? I remembe--- I held your hand Karen. I was in a chair, then somehow in a bed.." Karen nods, her voice a soothing symphony. "Yes, that was yesterday.." Plankton's antennae twitch with realization. "Y-yesterday?" he asks, his voice a sleepy whisper. "But...but what happened?" Karen laughs, her voice a gentle lullaby. "You had your wisdom teeth out," she says, her fingers tracing his cheek. "Do you remember the clinic?" "Yes, Karen," Plankton rolls his eye; "I don't know what happened after leaving to go home.." Karen nods, smiling; there's her snappy husband! "It's normal," she says. "The anesthesia can make your memory fuzzy." Plankton's eye widens. He tries to sit up, but his body is still a ragdoll's. "What...what did I do?" he asks, his voice a slurred mess. Karen helps him, her smile a gentle lullaby. "You were just tired, sweetheart," she says, seeing Hanna come to the doorway. "My friend Hanna's here because her home is being worked on." Hanna waves, her smile a warm beacon. "Hi, Plankton," she says. "Whatโ€ฝ But Karen, remember she gave you that virus..." "It's okay, Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle whisper. "That was in the past." Hanna nods, her smile soft. "I promise, I'm all better now," she says. "How you feeling?" Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye still foggy. "F-fine," he mumbles, his voice a murmur. Karen helps him sit up, the pillows propping him up like a soft fortress. "Do you remember wanting muffins?" Hanna asks, her voice a soft reminder. Plankton's antennae wave wildly. "M-muffins?" he asks, his memory a distant tide. Karen nods, her laughter a warm sunrise. "Yes, you talked about them a lot last night," she says, her eyes twinkling. "But it's okay, you were just a bit loopy from the surgery." Plankton blinks. "Loopy?" he asks, his voice a tentative wave. Karen nods, her smile a comforting breeze. "It's normal, sweetie. The medicine made you feel funny." Hanna's eyes sparkle with mischief. "You were quite the character," she says, her voice a gentle tease. Plankton feels his face heat up, his antennae drooping with embarrassment. He doesn't remember a thing from the night before, but the laughter and smiles from Karen and Hanna tell a story he clearly missed. "How's your mouth?" Hanna asks, her voice a concerned ripple. "Karen told me you went to the dentist.." Plankton's antennae twitch, his mind racing to catch up. "It's...it's fine," he mumbles, his voice a tentative whisper. The reality of his surgery sinking in, he gently touches his cheeks, feeling the swollen mounds where his teeth once were. But Hanna's curious about what this procedure was. "So, Plankton," she starts, her voice a gentle wave, "What was it like at the dentist?" He blinks, his mind still a bit hazy. "It...it was okay," he mumbles, his tongue poking at the empty sockets. "I don't know.." Hanna nods, her smile sympathetic. "It must have hurt," she says, her voice a soft caress. "What did they do?" Plankton's antennae droop, his eye flashing with annoyance. "I don't remember," he grumbles, his voice a stormy sea. "But I'm sure it wasn't as fun as you seem to think it was." Hanna's smile fades, her eyes full of understanding. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice a gentle current. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wondered what procedure you had done." He can't believe he's talking about his dental woes to a stranger. Plankton's antennae stiffen, his body tense. "Why do you ask about the dentist?" his voice a snappy bubble. Karen's eyes widen, her smile fading. "Plankton," she says, her voice a soft warning. "It's okay, Hanna's just curious." Hanna's smile falters, her voice a gentle retreat. "I didn't mean to pry," she says, stepping back. "I just..." But Plankton, his emotions a swirling maelstrom, waves his hand dismissively. "I don't want to talk about it," he says, his voice a firm tide. "It's none of your concern." Hanna's smile falters, her cheeks flushing with the sting of his words. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice a retreating wave. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Karen's eyes flicker with concern, her voice a gentle reminder. "Plankton, Hanna's just trying to be nice," she says, her hand on his arm. "It's okay to talk.." But Plankton's antennae are like two flaming torches, his voice a harsh wave. "I said I don't want to talk about it," he snaps, his eye a stormy gray. "Please leave." Hanna's smile fades, her eyes like ripples of sadness in a tranquil pond Karen sighs, her heart a tiny boat adrift in a sea of confusion. "Plankton," she starts, her voice a soft lapping wave. "You don't have to be so harsh." Plankton's antennae droop, his eye still stormy. "I just want to be left alone," he mumbles, his voice a defensive ripple. "I don't understand why she needs to know about my mouth." Karen sighs, her voice a gentle reminder. "Plankton, she's my friend," she says. "And she's just staying here temporarily." Plankton's antennae quiver with frustration. "I know, Karen," he snaps, his voice a jagged coral. "But I don't know her.." Hanna's eyes shimmer with hurt, her smile a sad reflection. "I didn't mean to intrude," she says, her voice a quiet ripple. But Plankton's anger is a tidal wave, crashing into the room. "You're not my friend!" he says, his voice a snappy slap. "I don't owe you any explanations!" Hanna's smile dissolves, her eyes a murky ocean. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice a retreating tide. "I didn't mean to upset you." Plankton's antennae quiver with agitation, his voice a harsh squall. "Is that too much to ask?" Hanna nods, her smile evaporating like sea foam. "Of course," she murmurs, her voice a retreating wave. "I'll just..." But Karen's voice stops her, a gentle lagoon in the storm. "Hanna, wait," she says, her tone a calming current. "Plankton, you need to apologize." He turns to her, his antennae quivering with anger. "Why?" he asks, his voice a jagged rock. "She's not my friend!" Karen's eyes are like calm pools, her voice a gentle reminder. "You're upset, Plankton," she says. "But that's not fair to Hanna." His antennae droop, his voice a begrudging rumble. "Fine," he mumbles, his words a forced apology. "I'm sorr-" But Hanna's smile is a soft wave, her voice a gentle reminder. "It's okay, Plankton," she says, her eyes like two calm pools. "You are in pain, and you were exhausted last night.." Plankton's antennae droop. "What do you mean," he demands, remembering nothing. "Exhausted? Hanna, what..." Hanna's smile is sad. "It's okay," she says, her voice a gentle wave retreating from the shore. "You fell asleep; you were snoring..." Plankton's antennae stiffen, his eye narrows. "I...snored?" he says, his voice a mix of disbelief and embarrassment. "But Karen, I don't snore!" Hanna laughs, not knowing Plankton any better. "You certainly do," she says, her eyes twinkling. "It's adorable, really." Plankton's antennae flicker with agitation. "I don't," he insists, his voice a sharp wave. "I never snore." Hanna's laugh is a soothing sea breeze. "You did, Plankton," she says, her eyes sparkling. "It was quite... entertaining." But Plankton's frustration boils like a volcano. "No!" he says, his voice a harsh crash of waves. "I don't snore!" Karen, however, knew her husband well enough. "Plankton," she says, her hand on his. "You do sometimes when you're tired." His antennae quiver with disbelief. "But not really," he argues, his voice a stubborn wave. "I'm not a...a snorer!" Karen's eyes are like a calm sea, her voice a gentle reminder. "You do when you're exhausted, Plankton," she says, her hand a comforting current against his. "And after surgery, you were pretty tired, not to mention numb.." Hanna nods, her voice a soft chuckle. "You had us laughing, Plankton," she says, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "You're so funny when you're sleepy." But Plankton isn't finding it funny. Karen steps in. "Hanna, let's give Plankton some space," she says, her hand on Hanna's arm. "He's still recovering." Hanna nods, her smile a sad wave retreating from the shore. "Of course, Karen," she says. "I'm sorry." Karen's eyes are like two moons, calming the stormy sea. "It's okay," she says. She turns to Plankton. "I know you're uncomfortable, sweetheart," she says, her voice a gentle lapping tide. "But Hanna didn't mean any harm. We'll let you alone, but let me know if you need anything." She sets books and his phone on the bedside table before leaving the room with Hanna.
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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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WISDOM WITH TEETH 1/2 Karen glanced at the clock, its digital display reading 7:58 AM. "Alright, Plankton, it's time to get up. The dentist's appointment is at 8:30," she says. Groaning, Plankton pulls the covers over his head. "Do we have to go right now?" he mumbles. "I'm not even hungry for breakfast." Karen rolls her eyes and smiles. "No, honey, you're not supposed to eat before the surgery. Come on." The drive to the dental office is filled with tension. The scent of antiseptic greets them as they walk in. Finally, the nurse calls his name, and his heart skips a beat. Karen squeezes his hand reassuringly as they follow her down the hallway. The chair in the operating room is a monstrous contraption that looms over him like a predator ready to devour him. The nurse tells him to sit, and he does, reluctantly. The doctor enters the room. He explains the procedure in detail. The nurse wraps a blood pressure cuff around his arm, and he feels the squeeze. "Everything looks good," she says, smiling. "Now, let's get you all set up." The anesthesiologist arrives, wheeling in a cart filled with syringes and tubes. "Ok Plankton," the doctor says calmly. "This is just to help you relax." Plankton's eye widens, but the room quickly starts to blur. Karen kisses him on the forehead as if from far away. The anesthetic takes hold, and Plankton feels himself slipping into a deep sleep, his fear momentarily fading to the background. The last thing he hears is the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor, and then silence. Karen watches her husband from the chair beside him, his chest rising and falling evenly. The doctor and his team spring into action, their movements swift and precise. The nurse notices her tension and offers her a magazine, but she can't tear her eyes away from Plankton's still face, his mouth now open and vulnerable. The whirring of the drill starts up, and she clenches her fists in her lap. She tries to focus on his breathing, until finally, she hears the doctor say, "Alright, we're all done." Relief floods through her, and she exhales deeply. The nurse gently guides Plankton into the recovery room, his face now swollen and his mouth packed with cotton. Karen takes his hand and squeezes it. The room is cool and dim, designed to soothe patients coming out of anesthesia. The doctor enters, his mask now removed, and gives them a thumbs up. "It went well. No complications," he says, and Karen's shoulders drop in relief. She leans in and whispers, "You did so well, honey," though he's still too asleep to hear. The nurse explains that he'll be groggy for a while and that the numbness will wear off. Karen nods, taking in the doctor's instructions about pain medication and diet restrictions. Plankton's snores fill the quiet space, a testament to his deep sleep. She watches his chest rise and fall, the rhythm comforting and steady. The beeping of the monitors creates a backdrop to the scene, a gentle reminder that he's ok. She smooths his antennae with affection. Karen's mind wanders to the day ahead. The errands they'll need to run, the meals she'll have to prep that won't upset his tender mouth. She'll have to be extra careful with him, making sure he doesn't accidentally bite his cheek or tongue. The thought makes her smile, knowing he'll be extra cranky with the pain. But she's ready for it, ready to be his rock through the recovery. The nurse checks Plankton's vitals, her eyes flickering to the monitor before giving Karen an encouraging nod. "He's doing great." Karen nods, her gaze never leaving him. As Plankton starts to stir, his eye blinking open, the world coming back into focus, he looks at Karen with a dazed expression. "Wheh am I?" he slurs, his voice muffled by the cotton in his mouth. Karen laughs softly, her voice soothing like a lullaby. "You're at the dentist, sweetie. You just had your wisdom teeth taken out. It's all over now." He tries to sit up, but the nurse gently presses him back down. "Take it easy," she says. "You're still pretty out of it." Plankton's eye darts around the recovery room, looking for anything familiar. Karen's face is a welcome sight. He reaches for her hand, his own feeling like it's made of rubber. "Whewe awe we?" he asks again, his mind foggy with confusion. The nurse laughs kindly. "You're still a little loopy from the anesthesia," she explains. "You're at the dentist's office. Do you remember the surgery?" Plankton nods slightly, the memory of the needle piercing his skin coming back in a rush. "Ow...teef," he mumbles, his hand moving to his mouth. Karen squeezes his hand, her smile filled with a mix of relief and amusement. "Don't worry, you're ok," she says, speaking slowly and clearly. "You're going to be groggy for a bit, but I'm here with you." The nurse starts to remove the cotton, and Plankton winces at the sudden coldness. "I'm fwothless," he murmurs, his voice still thick with the anesthesia. He tries to sit up again, but his body feels like it's made of jelly. The nurse places an ice pack on his cheek, and the coolness spreads through him like a wave. "You're fine, Mr. Plankton," she says. "Your wife will take you home soon." Karen watches with a blend of love and amusement as he blinks rapidly, his eyes trying to clear the fog. "Whath happened tho me?" he asks, his voice cracking. "You had surgery, remember?" she says, stroking his forehead. He nods, but his gaze is still faraway, lost in the haze of the drugs. "I wanth ice wath," he says, pouting like a child who's lost his favorite toy. Karen laughs. "Here, honey," she says, holding the cup to him. He sips slowly, the cold water soothing his dry throat. He clutches the cup with both hands, his grip weak but determined. "Whewe am I?" he asks again, his voice a whisper. Karen smiles. "You're in the recovery room," she repeats. "They just took out your wisdom teeth." Plankton nods, his eye half-closed. He looks like a little boy who's just woken up from a nap, unsure of where he is or what's happening. He tries to sit up once more, his body moving in slow motion. "Whewe's my bwanket?" he mumbles. "You don't have a blanket, but you have me," Karen says, her voice gentle. The nurse returns with a set of instructions. "Now, remember, no hot food or drinks for the next few days, ok?" the nurse instructs, her tone motherly. He nods, his eye drooping. "No soup either," Karen adds, smiling at the nurse's nod. "Only soft things, like mashed potatoes and pudding." The nurse hands him a cup of ice chips. "Here you go," she says, placing them in his hand. He looks at her with a mix of gratitude and confusion. "Ice wath?" he repeats, his fingers fumbling to bring the cup to his mouth. The cold sensation jolts him back to reality, and he crunches on them with gusto, dropping a few onto his chest. Karen quickly wipes them off with a napkin, trying not to laugh at his childlike antics. The nurse leaves them with a final smile and a promise to check back soon. Plankton looks around the room again, his eye wide and uncertain. "Whath's thith?" he asks, pointing at the IV in his hand. "It's your pain medication, Plankton," Karen explains, her voice soft and soothing. "It's to help you feel better." He nods, his eye half-closed, and snuggles against her shoulder. "Tank you, Kahen," he mumbles, his speech still slurred. "You're welcome," she whispers, stroking his hair. "You're going to be ok." The room spins slightly around him, and he feels his eyelid growing heavy. With the coldness of the recovery room and the warmth of Karen beside him, Plankton slips back into a doze, his breathing deepening. The nurse returns, checking his vitals and giving Karen a knowing smile. "It's normal for him to be a bit out of it. The anesthesia can take a while to wear off. He'll be more lucid in a bit." Plankton's eye flutters open, and he looks around the room again, drool forming at the corner of his mouth as he tries to articulate. "Whewe's...my...bwanket?" he asks, his voice a slurred mess. Karen chuckles with love and pity. "You don't need a blanket," she says, wiping the drool away with a tissue. "You're right here with me." He looks down at the ice chips in his hand, and then back up at Karen, his expression puzzled. "Mashed potatoes?" he repeats, his voice hopeful. "Yes, mashed potatoes," she confirms, laughing lightly. "And maybe some Jell-O for dessert." The mention of food seems to perk him up, and his eye brightens slightly. But the drowsiness wins, and he lets his head loll back onto the chair, his breathing deepening. Karen watches him with a mixture of love and concern. The sight of him, so vulnerable and childlike, tugs at her heartstrings. She can't help but wonder what kind of day this will be, caring for him like this. But she's ready for it, ready to be the strong one.
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WISDOM WITH TEETH 2/2 The nurse returns with a wheelchair. "Alright, Mr. Plankton," she says with a smile. "Let's get you up and moving." He looks at her with a dazed expression, his mouth hanging open slightly as he drools onto his chest. "Whath's the maddah?" he asks, his words jumbled. Karen tries to hide her smile as she gently wipes his mouth with a tissue. "You're just groggy, sweetie. The anesthesia's wearing off," she explains, taking his hand. "Let's get you into the chair." With her help, Plankton manages to stand, his legs shaky beneath him. The nurse places the wheelchair behind him, and he plops down with a sigh of relief, the chair's cushions enveloping his frail frame. His drool hangs from his mouth like a tiny waterfall, and she can't help but lean in and kiss him gently on the forehead. He looks up at Karen with the wide, wondering eye of a toddler discovering the world for the first time. "Whath's...thath?" he asks, his gaze fixed on the wheelchair. Karen laughs lightly, her hand still steadying his arm. "It's for you to sit in so you don't have to walk all the way to the car." He nods slowly, the action causing his antennae to wobble. With a gentle push from the nurse, the wheelchair begins to move, and Plankton looks like a lost child in an unfamiliar playground. His drool forms a small puddle in his lap, and Karen graciously hands him another napkin. The corridor outside the recovery room is a blur of white walls and sterile equipment, but the warmth of Karen's hand on his shoulder keeps him anchored. "Whath's...thath?" he asks again, his gaze fixed on the ceiling lights as they pass above him. They look like stars, twinkling in an alien sky. Karen smiles patiently, pointing out each one. "They're just lights, Plankton. We're in the hallway now." His eye follows the nurse's hand as she opens the door to the waiting area. She can see the fear and confusion in his gaze, but she knows it's just the drugs. A young couple with a toddler looks over as they pass by. The little girl giggles, pointing at his mouth. "Mommy, why is he drooling?" she asks innocently. The mother blushes and pulls her daughter away, muttering an apology to Karen. Plankton's cheeks redden, and he tries to wipe his mouth discreetly with the back of his hand. "It's ok," Karen whispers, her voice a gentle breeze. "You're just a little out of it." He nods, his gaze still mesmerized by the lights. "Whath's thath?" he asks again, pointing at a framed poster on the wall. Karen leans in to look. "It's a picture of a happy family," she says, her voice a balm to his confusion. His antennae twitch, and he nods again, the motion setting off a fresh wave of drool. The nurse wheels him out to the car, and Karen helps him into the passenger seat, his body moving like a ragdoll. "Buckle up, Plankton," she says, and he fumbles with the seatbelt, his hands slipping over the buckle. She fastens it for him, his cheek pressed against the cool leather. "Whewe's we going?" he slurs, his voice laced with sleep. "Home," she says. His mouth hangs open slightly, a string of drool connecting his bottom lip to his chin. "Whath's happening?" he mumbles, his head lolling to the side. "You're ok, honey. We're just driving home." She keeps her voice low, hoping to keep the outside world at bay. The car jolts over a bump, and Plankton's eye snaps open. "Ow," he whines, his hand flying to his mouth. The cotton has shifted, and the pain is sharp. Karen quickly reaches over and readjusts it, her touch gentle. "You're ok," she whispers. "Whath's this?" he slurs, his hand fumbling with the seatbelt. "It's keeping you safe," she says, her voice steady and calm. "Just hold on, ok?" He nods, his eyelid drooping almost immediately. "Whath's...whath's..." he mumbles before falling asleep. Then his head nods forward, jerking back up as he started to doze off. He wakes with a snort, the cotton still lodged in his mouth. Karen laughs softly, reaching over to remove it. "Almost there, sweetie," she says. His eye is glassy, and he nods, his head lolling again. The car hits another bump, and his eye flies open again, wide with panic. "Whe... whath...whath's happening?" he asks, his voice high pitched. "It's ok," Karen repeats, keeping her tone calm and soothing. "We're just driving home. Try to relax." Plankton's eye closes, and for a brief moment, the car is silent except for the purr of the engine. But then he's jolted awake again, his head snapping back with a start. "Whewe awe we?" he asks, his voice slurred. "Almost home, sweetie," Karen says, her voice steady. He nods, his head falling back onto the headrest. The car's movement rocks him like a cradle, and his eye closes with a snore. But the jostle of a turn wakes him up with a start. "Whath's happening?" he mumbles, his eye unfocused. The world outside the window is a blur of colors and shapes. Karen smiles, taking his hand in hers. "Just a turn. We're almost there." Another snore escapes his throat, and his head lolls to the side again. Karen gently shakes him awake. "We're home," she says, her voice a beacon in the fog. He blinks, his vision swimming with sleep. "Whe...whe...whath's that?" he asks, his voice barely a murmur as the car slows to a stop. "Whe...whath's going on?" he asks again. His eye is heavy, and his words are a jumble. With a sigh, she unbuckles his seatbelt and helps him out of the car, his legs still wobbly. The cool breeze slaps his face, and he winces. "Home," he murmurs, his eye half-closed. Karen guides him to the front door, his steps labored. The house is quiet, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator. Inside, she helps him to the couch, where he flops down like a ragdoll, his body heavy with exhaustion. "Whe...whe...whath's that?" he asks again, his head lolling to the side. Karen chuckles softly. "It's our living room, Plankton," she says, placing a pillow under his head, but Plankton barely registers. "Whath's that?" he asks again, his gaze wandering to the TV. It's off, but in his drug-induced haze, it's a source of fascination. Karen sits down beside him, his body a dead weight against the couch cushions. She takes his hand in hers, her thumb tracing circles on his palm. "It's just the TV, honey. You don't need to worry about it." He nods, his head still lolling to the side. "Whe...whath awe we washing?" His question hangs in the air, and she laughs softly. "We're not watching anything. It's off." The TV seems to beckon to him, and he tries to sit up, his body protesting. "Whe...whath's on?" he slurs, his antennae waving sluggishly. "It's not on, Plankton," Karen says, her voice a warm embrace. "Why don't you just rest?" She tucks the throw blanket around his shoulders and reclines the sofa. His eyelid flickers, the struggle between sleep and curiosity evident. The room starts to spin, and Plankton's antennae wave erratically. "I'm... so tiwed," he mumbles, his words a gentle protest. Karen nods, her smile understood. "Sleep, sweetie. I'll be here when you wake up." He nods, his eyelid fluttering closed, and his breathing becomes deep and rhythmic. Karen watches him for a moment, his chest rising and falling with the comfort of a sleeping babe's. Then she gently slides the blanket over him, his snores the only sound piercing the quiet. The room dims as the afternoon sun moves behind the curtains, casting a soft glow across the living room. Plankton's hand, still clutching Karen's, slips to the floor with a thump, and his snores grow louder. Karen chuckles, reaching for it to place it gently on his chest. His breathing is slow and even, his chest rising and falling beneath the blanket. Karen sits for a moment, watching him sleep, her mind racing with all the things she needs to do: prepare his meals, make sure he takes his medicine on time, keep an eye on his swelling. But for now, she's content to just sit and watch him, his features relaxed and peaceful in slumber.
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SHELF IMPROVEMENT ii (Autistic author) His eyelid fluttered, and his antennae twitched slightly. He groaned, and she felt his hand move in hers, giving a weak squeeze. "Karen?" he managed to murmur, his voice raspy and distant. Her eyes filled with tears of joy, and she leaned in closer. "Yes, it's me, I'm here," she said, her voice choked. Plankton's single eye slowly opened, blinking a few times as he tried to focus. "What... happened?" he croaked. Karen couldn't hold back her smile. "You fell," she said, her voice still shaky with emotion. "But you're okay, you're okay now." Plankton's gaze swept the room, taking in the wreckage of the shelf. His face contorted in pain, and he winced. "Ow," he muttered, touching his head. "You hit it pretty hard," Karen said. "But you're awake, and that's all that matters." Plankton groaned again, trying to sit up. Karen quickly put a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back down. "Take it easy," she said, her voice soothing. "You need to rest." But as she studied his face, she noticed his antennae twitching nervously. "Plankton, are you okay?" she asked, concern lacing her words. His behavior was unusual, even for him. His antennae quivered more erratically than before, and he began to rock back and forth on the couch. "The shelf," he murmured, his voice distant. "Shelf broken." Karen ached for his distress. She had never seen Plankton like this. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice filled with worry. "Why are you acting like this?" His antennae continued to quiver, and he rocked faster. "The shelf," he repeated, his eye dilating with panic. Karen's eyes widened with understanding. "Is it because of the shelf?" she asked, her voice gentle. Plankton nodded, his rocking growing more pronounced. "It's... it's gone," he stuttered, his single eye darting around the room. "Everything's... different." His voice was filled with a mix of fear and confusion. "It's okay," she said, her tone calm and reassuring. "The shelf broke, but we can fix it. We'll get it back the way it was. We'll fix it," she repeated, her voice soothing. "Everything will be just how you like it." Plankton nodded as he stopped rocking, and looked up at her. "Thanking Karen," he whispered, his voice still trembling. Her eyes searched his, seeing the fear slowly recede like the tide. "It's okay, Plankton," she said, smoothing his antennae gently. "Let's get you some water." As she rose to get the water, Plankton's panic grew. "No, no," he stammered, his hand gripping her arm tightly. "Can't... can't leave." Karen froze. She had never seen Plankton like this before. "Plankton," she said, sitting back down next to him, "just breathe." He nodded, his grip on her arm loosening. He took a deep, shaky breath, and his antennae began to still. "It's okay," she said again, her voice a gentle lullaby. "Everything's going to be okay." But Plankton's clearly in distress. Karen wondered if the fall had caused some kind of concussion, or perhaps released some deep-seated anxiety. She had read about these sudden behavioral changes before, but never in the context of Plankton's usually stable demeanor. "Let's just sit here for a while," she suggested. She placed a hand on his shoulder. Plankton nodded against her touch, his body still trembling. He wrapped his arms around his legs, drawing them tight to his chest. Karen's screen filled with concern. This was not the Plankton she knew. His usual confidence and sharpness were replaced by a child- like vulnerability. "It's okay," she repeated, stroking his back in a soothing motion. "You're safe here." Plankton's trembling subsided slightly. He looked at Karen, his eye wide and searching. "It's okay," she whispered, her hand still on his back. "You're safe." But her mind was whirling. Was this a symptom of something more serious than a concussion? Plankton's rocking slowed down, and he finally leaned back into the couch cushions. Karen could see the effort it was taking for him to maintain composure. He was always so independent, so in control. To see him like this was... unnerving. "Karen," he whispered, his voice still tremulous, "Karen, Karen hug?" She lurched at his vulnerability. Plankton was not one to ask for comfort, but his current state was clearly overwhelming him. Without a second thought, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. His body was rigid, but gradually, it began to relax into her embrace. Karen felt his breathing even out as he clung to her. "It's okay," she said again, her voice a soft murmur. "You're okay."
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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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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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CHIP ON THE SHOULDERS xv (By NeuroFabulous) Plankton's antennae twitch. "M'sorry," he murmurs, his voice a weak apology for his condition. Karen's hand is a steady presence, her grip reassuring. "You have nothing to apologize for," she says, her voice a soft whisper of comfort. Chip watches his father, his curiosity piqued. "Hey, Dad," he says, his voice a gentle reminder of the care and understanding that now exists between them. Chip sits on the edge of the couch, his hand reaching to touch Plankton's shoulder... Plankton's antennae shoot up, his eye snapping open in alarm. His hand shoots out, batting Chip's arm away. Chip recoils, his eyes wide with surprise. "It's okay, Dad," he says quickly, his voice low. "I wa-" But Plankton's antennae are quivering with agitation, his body tense. "Don't," he snaps, his voice sharp. Karen's eyes dart to her son, her expression a silent apology. She knows Plankton's autism makes him hypersensitive to touch, especially when in pain. Chip's hand hover in mid-air, his eyes wide. "Why'd yo-" Plankton's voice is a harsh interruption, his antennae twitching erratically. "I said don't," he repeats, his voice a firm command. Chip's hand drops to his side, his expression one of confusion and hurt. "It's okay," Karen says quickly, her voice a gentle reminder. "He's just sensitive." Sandy nods, her eyes on Plankton's face. "It's okay, Chip," she says softly. "Let's just give him some space." Chip nods, his gaze on his father's tense form. Karen's eyes are filled with compassion as she watches Plankton, his antennae still twitching with agitation. "It's all right," she whispers, her voice a gentle balm. "Your body's just healing." The silence stretches between them, a soft acknowledgment of his pain. The compress feels cold against his cheek, the medication a distant promise. His antennae droop slightly, his body beginning to relax. Karen watches him closely, her eyes a map of his comfort. "It's okay, Plankton," she whispers. "You just need to rest." His antennae twitch in response, his breathing evening out. The medication starts to kick in, the pain a distant memory. Plankton's antennae droop with the weight of his exhaustion. Karen's hand remains in his, a silent promise of support. She knows that his autism means that even the smallest touch can be too much, yet she also knows the comfort of familiarity. Chip's eyes are wide, taking in the scene before him. He wants to be near his dad! Karen's eyes are on them both, her heart a silent prayer. She knows how much Chip wants to comfort Plankton, to bridge the gap that autism often forces between them. Chip tries to keep his moves calm, but his heart races with concern despite his efforts to hold back. He also sees the way Karen's hand rests on Plankton's, a silent offer of comfort, and wonders if he could do the same.. So Chip takes a deep breath, his finger tentative as it reaches out to his father's shoulder, his touch immediate... Plankton's body twitches right at Chip's contact, his eye snapping open. "Mmph," he mumbles, his antennae shooting up in a defensive stance. Chip's hand freezes, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "It's okay, Da-" Yet Plankton's antennae droop again, his eye falling closed. "Mmh," he mumbles. But Chip takes this as a green light. He leans in closer, his finger brushing Plankton's cheek... "Don't touch me!" Plankton's voice is a whipcrack, his antennae twitching angrily. His hand shoots up to swat Chip's touch away. "M'fine!" he snaps, his body trembling with pain and frustration. Karen's heart aches, caught between her son's well-meaning concern and Plankton's desperate need for space. "Chip," she says gently, her voice a calming force. "Remember what we talked about.." Yet Chip wants to ask questions about his dad's dental surgery. Plankton's antennae quiver, his eye opening to slits. "What?" he snaps, his voice a sharp edge. Chip's eyes are wide with curiosity. "What was it like?" he asks, his voice eager. "The surgery, I mean." Karen's smile is a soft explanation. "It was like a long nap," she says, her eyes on Plankton. "They gave him medicine to make him sleepy, so he wouldn't feel anything." Chip's eyes light up with interest. "What happened to make him asleep?" he asks, his voice filled with eagerness to understand. Karen's smile is a gentle explanation. "They used anesthesia," she says, her voice calm and steady. "It's like a special kind of sleep that lets doctors work without you feeling anything." Chip's eyes widen, his mind racing with questions. "But how did they know he was asleep?" he asks, his voice a whisper of wonder. Karen's smile is filled with pride. "They used monitors, sweetie," she explains. "They keep track of his heartbeat and breathing, so they know he's okay." Chip's gaze is riveted on Plankton's swollen cheeks. "But his mouth?" he presses. "What did they do?" Plankton's antennae twitch slightly, his discomfort visible. Karen's voice is a soft guide. "They took out his wisdom teeth," she says. "They were gonna cause problems." Chip's curiosity is a whirlwind of questions. "How do they know when you're asleep?" he asks, his voice filled with awe. Karen's smile is a gentle teaching tool. "They watch his brain waves," she says, her words a soft explanation. "They use a machine that shows them how much he's sleeping." Chip nods, his eyes absorbing the information. "And how'd dad woke up?" Karen's eyes are filled with patience. "They stopped the medicine," she says. "And when he was ready, his body woke up." Chip's mind is a storm of curiosity. "But what was it like?" he asks again, his voice a persistent wonder. "Being asleep like that?" Karen's eyes hold a hint of amusement. "It's like a very deep sleep," she says. "You don't dream, you don't feel, you just rest." Chip's curiosity is a tiny flame, flickering brightly in the quiet room. "But what about when he woke up?" he presses, his voice filled with a child's need to understand the world. Karen's smile is a gentle nod. "When you wake up from surgery, it's a little different," she explains. "The body's still sleepy, and his mouth was numb." Chip's eyes are wide with understanding. "Oh," he says, his voice a soft wonder.
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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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TOOTH AFTERNOON v With care, Karen spooned a small amount of ice cream into a bowl, the coldness a stark contrast to the roomโ€™s warmth. She brought it to his mouth. โ€œHere, just a little bit at a time. Let it melt a bit, okay?โ€ she instructed, her voice a soft reminder of the care he needed. Planktonโ€™s eye widened as the chilled sweetness touched his tongue. He took small, tentative licks, the taste familiar yet foreign in his numbed mouth. โ€œMmh...goog,โ€ he murmured, his words still slurred. Karen watched with affection, her heart swelling with love as she fed him. The simple act of caring for him in this vulnerable state was a testament to their bond, stronger than the Krabby Patties theyโ€™d fought over countless times. She knew heโ€™d be back to his usual antics soon enough. โ€œTank...you,โ€ he managed, his voice still thick. Karenโ€™s smile was a soft embrace. โ€œYouโ€™re welcome, Plankton. Now, letโ€™s get you comfortable. Here, lie back down,โ€ she said, her voice a gentle reminder of the care he needed. Planktonโ€™s body complied, his head sinking back into the pillow with a sigh. Karen carefully placed the bowl of ice cream on the bedside table. โ€œRest now, Plankton. Iโ€™ll be right here if you need anything,โ€ she whispered. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers, his thoughts slowly coming into focus. โ€œIsh...okay, Karen,โ€ he mumbled, his speech still slurred as he closed his eye again. Karen watched him, her heart a gentle symphony of relief and love. She knew the recovery would be long, but the worst was over. With careful movements, she stood and dimmed the light, leaving just a soft glow from the lamp in the corner. She sat back down, her chair a silent sentinel in the quiet room. The hours ticked by, and Planktonโ€™s snores grew more rhythmic, his body finally relaxing into deep sleep. Karenโ€™s thoughts wandered to the days ahead, planning his care, his meals, his pain relief, and the moments of joy sheโ€™d weave into his recovery. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains. Planktonโ€™s eye fluttered open, his mouth throbbed with the echoes of the surgery. Karen stirred in the chair beside him, her eyes opening to the sight of him awake. She had spent the night in vigil, ready to ease his pain. โ€œMorning, Plankton. Howโ€™re you feeling?โ€ she asked, her voice a gentle melody. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers, his thoughts groggy from the remnants of sleep. The anesthesia worn off overnight, leaving him more aware. โ€œMorning...whath...whathโ€™sh...โ€ his voice was a croak. Karenโ€™s smile was a gentle awakening. โ€œGood morning, sweetie. You had your wisdom teeth removed. Do you remember?โ€ she asked. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers, his mind a foggy haze. โ€œTesh?โ€ he mumbled, his mouth a swollen cavern. โ€œI only remember getting set up for surgery, then...nothing.โ€ Karenโ€™s smile was a warm comfort. โ€œDonโ€™t worry, love. Thatโ€™s normal. The anesthesia can make everything after that a bit fuzzy. But youโ€™re home now, and youโ€™re going to be ok,โ€ she assured him, her voice a gentle caress in the early morning quiet. Planktonโ€™s gaze searched the room, the unfamiliarity of his surroundings briefly unsettling him before he recognized the comfort of their bedroom. He shifted slightly, his jaw protesting with a dull throb. โ€œWhath time ish it?โ€ he mumbled, his speech still slow and thick. โ€œAnd what the barnacles happened?โ€ Karenโ€™s chuckle was a soft symphony of amusement. โ€œItโ€™s morning, Plankton. And as for what happened, after you had your wisdom teeth removed, you had a bit of a loopy day. But now youโ€™re home, and itโ€™s time to starโ€ฆโ€ Planktonโ€™s eye grew wide with realization. โ€œLoopy?โ€ he repeated, his voice still slurred. โ€œHow loopy?โ€ Karenโ€™s laugh was a soft symphony of memories. โ€œOh, you were quite the entertainment, Plankton. You talked about floobydust and bishbath, and thought it was still morning all afternoon. You even tried to sit up and look around while you had that IV in your arm!โ€ she said, her voice filled with gentle teasing. Planktonโ€™s eye grew wider with each word, his mind racing to fill in the gaps. โ€œIV? Did it hurt?โ€ he mumbled, his voice a sluggish river. Karenโ€™s smile was a gentle reminder of his bravery. โ€œNo, sweetie. You were asleep for the surgery. You donโ€™t remember because of the anesthesia. But donโ€™t worry, Iโ€™m here to fill you in on the details you miss,โ€ she said. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers, his curiosity piqued. โ€œTell meh... whath happened?โ€ he asked, his voice a slurred plea for clarity. Karenโ€™s smile grew, her voice a gentle stream of words. โ€œWell, you were a bit out of it. You talked about wanting to see the lobby, even though we were in the recovery room. But Iโ€™ll start with the anesthetic. After they set up, they administered the sleepy juice, and you were out like a light, then they took your teeth out, no problem at all,โ€ she recounted, her words a soothing balm to his confusion. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers. โ€œOut like a light? Howโ€ฆโ€ Karenโ€™s smile was a soft reminder of his resilience. โ€œYes, you were out cold. Right after they put the IV in, you just closed your eye and went to sleep with an adorable snore. And the surgery went perfectly. No complications at all,โ€ she said, her voice a gentle reminder of his strength. โ€œAnd right before you first woke up from the anesthesia, I noticed you had a bit of drool. It was cute, really,โ€ she added, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers, his mind racing with questions. โ€œWhat else...Drool?โ€ he asked. Karenโ€™s chuckle was a warm symphony of shared moments. โ€œDonโ€™t worry; you were so tired, you didnโ€™t even wake up when I had to change your gauze,โ€ she said, her voice a gentle reminder of his vulnerability. Planktonโ€™s hand reached up to his mouth, his fingers exploring the foreign presence. โ€œGauze? Why?โ€ he mumbled, his speech still thick with sleep. Karenโ€™s voice was a soft explanation. โ€œItโ€™s to help the bleeding stop, love. After they took your teeth out, they put some gauze in to help with the clotting. You had to keep it in for a bit, but you slept through most of it. You were a real trooper, barely even stirred,โ€ she said, her words a gentle reminder of the surgeryโ€™s aftermath. Planktonโ€™s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and questions. โ€œWhat about the lobby and the ice cream?โ€ he asked, his words still slurred but growing clearer with each passing minute. Karenโ€™s smile was a gentle reminder of his delirious state. โ€œYou kept asking to see the lobby because you were still under the anesthesiaโ€™s influence. And the ice cream was for later, once we got home. Itโ€™s still in the freezer, waiting for you to wake up and have it for yourself,โ€ she said, her voice a soft narrative of his hazy day. Planktonโ€™s mind slowly pieced together the puzzle. โ€œBut why did I want to see the lobby?โ€ he asked, his speech clearer now. Karenโ€™s smile was a soft illumination. โ€œYou were just confused, love. Sometimes after anesthesia, people say things that donโ€™t quite make sense. Itโ€™s normal,โ€ she said, her voice a gentle guide through his foggy memories. Planktonโ€™s gaze searched hers, his thoughts a tapestry of question marks. โ€œBut why did I drool?โ€ he slurred, his curiosity piqued. Karenโ€™s laugh was a sweet symphony of care. โ€œItโ€™s just a side effect of the anesthesia. Donโ€™t worry, you were out cold. You didnโ€™t even know it was there,โ€ she said, her voice a gentle reminder of his oblivion. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers, his mind still trying to make sense of the day. โ€œBut the ice cream? Did I get any?โ€ he asked, hope in his voice. Karenโ€™s smile grew, her eyes twinkling. โ€œOh, Plankton. You can have some now, if you want,โ€ she said, standing up to fetch the frozen treat. Planktonโ€™s eye lit up with anticipation. โ€œYesh, pleash,โ€ he murmured, his mouth still uncomfortable. Karen returned with the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, a spoonful held out for him. She watched as he took it into his mouth, the coldness causing him to flinch before his expression softened into one of pure bliss. The sweetness and the coldness of the ice cream was a soothing balm to his sore mouth, and he took another spoonful.
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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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A TOOTHY STORY pt. 3 Moments later, a groan escapes Plankton as he starts to stir, his eye fluttering open. "Hey, how's it going?" Karen asks him. "Mmm?" he mumbles, his voice thick as his eye flutters. "The surgery's over," she tells him, keeping her voice low and soothing. "We're just waiting for you to wake up properly before we go home." "Mmph," is all that comes out. Karen laughs gently, wiping his numb mouth. Plankton's eye blinks. "W-what?" He slurs. "You're okay," she repeats, smoothing his antennae. "You had your wisdom teeth out. They're all gone. You're in recovery." Plankton tries to speak. "Mmh... mmf... m-much?" Karen chuckles. "You'll feel better soon." Plankton's mouth feels like it's filled with wet cotton. He tries to form words, his tongue clumsy against the numbness. "Wh-wha?" Karen laughs gently, her screen sparkling with love and amusement. "You just had surgery." Plankton blinks, trying to focus. "Gah?" he attempts, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen laughs softly, her hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, just take it easy." "Mmph... m-more?" Plankton slurs. Karen's eyes widen with surprise and laughter. "No, honey, all four are out. You're all done." "Mm-hmm?" He tries again, his voice a mere vibration in his throat. The nurse, Nina, smiles at him, her eyes crinkling with kindness. "You're doing great, Mr. Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle melody that seems to soothe his jumbled thoughts. "Just a little while longer and you'll be feeling more like yourself." He nods, his movements sluggish, his antennae flopping slightly. "Mmh... mmf," he mumbles again, his eye searching hers for clarity. Karen nods and smiles, understanding his unspoken question. "You're okay. The surgery went well. We just need to wait for the anesthesia to wear off." Karen leans in closer, her voice a lifeline in the sea of confusion. "You can't eat solids for a few days. But we've got plenty of smoothies and soups at home. You're going to love it." "K-Karen?" He croaks, his voice barely audible. She nods, smiling, her screen still filled with love and concern. "Wh-what... thine?" He slurs, his speech still slurred by the lingering effects of the anesthesia. Karen glances at the clock on the wall. "It's early," she says. "Don't worry about it." Plankton's antennae twitch, his mind grasping for coherence. "M-morning?" He mumbles, his eyes searching the room. The nurse, Nina, nods, her smile reassuring. "Yep, it's morning. The surgery's done. You're all set, Mr. Plankton." "I... I had... had... had surgery?" he asks, his speech still thick. Karen nods, her smile warm. "Yes, you did. Dr. Marlin said it went really well." "W-where's the... the... the...?" His words are slurred, and he can't quite remember what he was trying to ask. "Hmm?" He says, noticing Becky the receptionist. Karen nods. "The dentist took them out. Your mouth will feel a bit funny for a while, but it's all over." Plankton's eye widen in comprehension, and he attempts to smile, drool escaping his numb lips. "Mmph... m-mouth," he says, his voice a pitiful excuse for speech. Karen laughs, her worry melting into relief. "You're okay," she repeats. "Just give it some time. Your mouth will get back to normal soon." "Mmph... mmf... m-morning Becky," Plankton tries to greet the receptionist as she walks by, his voice barely a whisper. She laughs lightly, her cheerfulness a stark contrast to the post-surgery haze that hangs over him. "Good morning, Mr. Plankton. How are you feeling?" Becky's words float around him like bubbles in the sea, each one popping with a burst of understanding as his mind starts to clear. "Mmh... mm... m-morning," he mumbles. He tries to sit up straighter. Karen helps him, her movements quick and sure. "M-mouth..." Plankton's words are still slurred, but he's trying his best to communicate. The nurse, Nina, laughs gently. "Your mouth will feel funny for a bit," she says, "But it'll get better." Karen watches as Plankton's eyes try to focus on her. "Mmf... home?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper. She nods, smiling. "As soon as you're ready to go." He nods, his antennae waving weakly. The nurse, Nina, checks his vitals one more time before nodding to Becky, the receptionist. "Looks like he's coming around," Becky says, scribbling something on a clipboard. "You guys can go once you're ready."
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TRUTH AND NAIL i โ€œKaren Planktonโ€ฝโ€ Karen stood up as the receptionist at the dental office called her. Sheโ€™s been in the waiting room as her husband Planktonโ€™s in surgery. She followed the nurse into a brightly lit room where Plankton lay on his back, his mouth agape, snoring gently. The anesthetic had done its job, leaving him completely oblivious to the world around him. The surgeon looked up from his chair, a smile creasing his mask. "Mrs. Plankton, your husband's wisdom teeth extraction was a success," he said. "You can stay with him as he wakes up." Karen sat by his side, her hand resting gently on his arm. The steady hum of the machines filled the space, punctuated by occasional beeps. The nurse adjusted the IV, ensuring the flow of fluids remained steady. The doctor entered, nodded at Karen, and began to check the surgical sites, but he didn't wake up. The surgeon leaned over, his eyes studying the readouts with care. Satisfied, he turned to Karen, "He'll be coming around in time," he assured her. Her screen never left Plankton's peaceful face, his cheeks slightly puffy, his mouth slack and open. A trickle of drool slid from the corner of his mouth, and Karen couldn't help but chuckle softly, even in the tension of the moment. He'd never let her see him like this if he had a choice. The nurse offered a reassuring smile, "It's normal, dear. The anesthesia can do funny things. Just wait. He'll be back to his usual self by tomorrow." Karen nodded. She leaned in closer to Plankton, his normally stern face was relaxed in sleep, his brow unfurrowed. It was strange to see his sharp features softened, his expression one of peace. The nurse left them, and Karen took the chance to whisper, "You're going to be okay." The nurse had warned her about the disorientation that often came with waking up from surgery. Patients could be confused, even a little babyish, as the world swam back into focus. Some had a tendency to say things they didn't mean or remember later. So, when Plankton's eye flickered open, Karen was ready. "Wha... where am I?" he mumbled, his voice slurred and eye glassy. Karen took his hand, squeezing it gently. "You're in the recovery room, sweetie. You had your wisdom teeth out." The words seemed to float around him, like bubbles in his befuddled brain. "Wisdom teed?" he muttered, blinking slowly. "Wha awe those?" Karen stifled a laugh, her emotions swelling with love and concern. "They're teeth, darling. Don't worry, you won't miss them." Plankton's gaze drifted around the room, taking in the sterile whiteness and the blinking lights above him. "Teef?" he slurred, his mind still groggy. "Wheh take out teef?" Karen gently stroked his hand. "Just the wisdom ones, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice soothing as a lullaby. "They were causing you trouble." "Trubble?" Plankton repeated, his speech slurring more with each syllable. His eye closed again, lid heavy with sleep. "I know it's confusing right now, but you'll understand soon," Karen said, her voice steady and calm. Plankton's eye opened again, a bit wider this time, and he squinted at the light. "M'th... m'th... my mouf feels..." He tried to form the words, but his tongue felt thick and clumsy. "It's normal, darling," Karen said, her voice like a gentle breeze. "The anesthesia can make your mouth feel funny." Plankton's eye drifted to the ceiling, his thoughts racing but his words failing to keep up. "Bright wight," he murmured, his voice distant and lost. "It's okay," Karen said, wiping the drool from his chin with a tissue. "The lights are just to help you wake up." "Wake up?" Plankton repeated, his eye trying to focus on her screen. "Wha happened?" "You had a little surgery," Karen said, her voice soothing and calm. "They took out your wisdom teeth. Remember?" Plankton's eye searched hers, confusion and fear swirling in his gaze. "Sur...surgery?" he managed to say, his voice weak and unsure. "Why?" "Don't worry," Karen soothed, her voice a soft caress. "It was just a little thing. They took out some teeth that were causing you pain." Plankton's eyelid flitted, trying to make sense of the words. "Teef? Pain?" he slurred, his hand reaching up to probe his mouth. "No, no, don't touch," Karen hurried to stop him, her grip firm but gentle. "They're still a bit tender." Plankton's hand fell back to the bed, his mind racing but his body slow to respond. "Tends?" he murmured, the word strange and foreign. "Every ting sho..." His thoughts trailed off, the word "different" eluding him. Karen watched him, her smile a blend of amusement and tenderness. "You're going to be okay," she repeated, her voice a constant in the sea of confusion. "You're just a little out of it." "Ooot of it," Plankton echoed, his voice a faint rumble. He tried to sit up, but the nurse had warned Karen about this too. The sudden movement made him dizzy, and she placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back down. "Take it easy, sweetie," she cooed. His eye searched hers, like a child lost in a supermarket. "Karen?" he murmured, her name sounding like a question. "I'm here," she assured him, squeezing his hand. "You're in the hospital, Plankton. You're okay." "Hospit...hospit...tal?" he slurred, his eye darting around the room again. "Why?" "You had wisdom teeth, Plankton," Karen said, her tone as soothing as a mother's. "Remember?" "Wis...dome tweed?" Plankton slurred, his mind spinning, his thoughts muddled and slow to form. "Ow?" Karen chuckled gently, her screen sparkling with humor. "It's all right, dear," she cooed. "They just removed your wisdom teeth. You're feeling a bit loopy." Plankton's eyebrow knit trying to piece together the puzzle. "Widom...teef?" he repeated, his voice still slurred but with a hint of recognition. "Yes, sweetie," Karen said, smiling down at him. "You had your wisdom teeth removed. You're going to be fine." Plankton's hand wobbled in the air before it fell to his side, his mind a swirl of fog. "Where...where am I?" his voice was a faint murmur, his eye glazed over. "You're in the hospital," Karen said, her voice steady as a lighthouse beam. "You had surgery, darling. Remember?" Plankton's eye fluttered closed, his head rolling to the side as if the weight of the world was too much. "Sur...gury?" he slurred, the syllables like molasses on his tongue. "Yes, Plankton," Karen said, her voice a lullaby in the stark room. "It's all over. You're safe now." He mumbled incoherently, his words a jumble of letters and sounds that barely formed coherent thoughts. "Wh...wha...was it?" his mind grasped for understanding, his eye half-closed and unfocused. Karen leaned in closer, her voice a lifeline in his foggy sea of confusion. "It was just a surgery, Plankton. To remove your wisdom teeth." "Wis...wis...dome...teef?" he murmured, the words still strange in his mouth. He blinked slowly, trying to recall why he was here. Karen nodded, her smile reassuring. "Yes, they took them out. You're all done." Plankton's eye rolled back in his head, his body going slack again. "Tek...tum...out?" he mumbled, his mind still swimming in the murky waters of unconsciousness. Karen nodded, her hand still on his arm. "They're gone, sweetie. You're okay." But heโ€™s fallen asleep again, his snores filling the silent room, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. Karen watched him, her love squeezing with a mix of amusement and concern.
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แดกแดส€แด… แด„แดแดœษดแด›: ๐Ÿท.๐Ÿถ๐Ÿผแด‹ At the Neptune Medical Center, Karen parks the car and goes with her husband Plankton into the building after an injury to his antenna. "I still don't see why you didn't press charges against Krabs, Sheldon," Karen sighs, as they walk through the gleaming, sterile corridors of the medical center. "Karen I'm not gonna give him the satisfaction." Plankton's antenna now hangs limp and damaged. The doctor had assured him it was a simple repair job, yet Plankton's nerves were as frayed as the antenna itself. They enter the reception area, the automatic doors whispering shut behind them, as if sealing off the outside world's chaos. The smell of antiseptic fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of fear and hope. The receptionist, a young squid with a friendly smile, looks up from her computer screen. "Mr. Plankton, your appointment is with Dr. Marlin, the antenna specialist," she says, her tentacles typing efficiently. "You can go straight to the third floor, room 304." The elevator ride is silent, save for the rhythmic ding of each passing floor. Karen notices his distant gaze and squeezes his arm reassuringly. "You'll be fine, Sheldon," she whispers. Plankton nods. They arrive at room 304, and Karen opens the door, revealing a state-of-the-art examination room. Dr. Marlin, an octopus with a gleaming scalpel in one tentacle and a clipboard in another, looks up from his notes. "Ah, Mr. Sheldon Plankton, right on time," he says, his eight eyes blinking in unison. "I understand you've had a bit of an injury?" Plankton nods, his voice tight. "Krabs... he... snapped it." Dr. Marlin's tentacles twitch in concern. "Mr. Eugene Krabs, eh? He's had his share of accidents around here." He scribbles something on the clipboard. "Well, let's get you fixed up. I've seen worse, and you're in good hands." The doctor leads Plankton to the examination chair, which is surprisingly comfortable for someone so tiny. He adjusts the chair's height and angles the light to shine on the antenna. Plankton winces as the doctor gently prods the damaged area. "It's definitely snapped," Dr. Marlin says, his voice calm and professional. "But the good news is, it's not to far gone. We can repair it with a simple procedure." "You'll need to be under for this," he explains. "It's nothing to worry about. You'll be out Before you know it." Plankton's heart races as he lies back in the chair, the cold metal pressing against his back. He glances at Karen, who gives him a forced smile, her screen filled with concern. The doctor notices and pats his shoulder reassuringly. "It's just a little sleep," he says. "You'll be back in no time." Karen reaches for his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. The anesthesiologist, a bluefish with a gentle demeanor, enters the room, pushing a trolley with a variety of bottles and tubes. She introduces herself as Nurse Bella and explains that she'll be administering the anesthesia for the surgery. Plankton swallows hard, eye darting from her to Karen's screen and back again. Karen's gaze follows the anesthesiologist, Nurse Bella, as she meticulously prepares. "Ready? Count as high as you can," she asks, her voice as soft as a lullaby. Plankton nods, his grip on Karen's hand tightening. "One... two... three..." Plankton's voice starts strong, but the medicine's effect begins to take hold. His eyelid grow heavy, and the numbers begin to slur. Karen watches as Plankton's count descends into a whisper. "Five... six... sev..." His tiny hand relaxes in hers, and his body goes slack. She watches the rise and fall of his chest slow as he succumbs to the anesthesia. Karen squeezes his hand one last time. The door to the exam room opens again, and Dr. Marlin's head pokes out. "Everything's gone well," Dr. Marlin says, peering over his mask. "We're to halt anesthesia." "You're okay," Karen whispers, her voice cracking. "You're okay." "He's doing great," the nurse whispers. "You can talk to him if you'd like. Sometimes they can hear you." Karen leans closer, her voice low and soothing. "Hey, Plankton, it's Karen. You're safe now. They've fixed your antenna. No more pain, okay?" Her thoughts are interrupted by a soft groan from the bed. Karen's screen snap to Plankton, who's beginning to stir under the blankets. "Shh," she whispers, stroking his arm. "You're safe." "K...Karen?" His eye opens. "Yes, it's me. You're okay, you're in the hospital. They've fixed your antenna." "Karen... antenna... Krabby Patty... wait, what?" He giggles, the words jumbling together in a way that makes no sense. Plankton's eye widen with childlike excitement. "Oh, right! The antenna!" He tries to touch the bandage but ends up nearly slapping himself in the face with his own arm. "Oops!" He giggles again, the sound echoing through the quiet room. He tries to sit up, but cannot. "Whoa, Nelly!" "Easy," Karen laughs. "I'm the king of the jellyfish prom! They got no flair!" Once in the car, Karen buckles him in with care, double-checking the seatbelt. "Remember, no funny business," she warns. Plankton's eye droop, and his head lolls to the side. "You're going to sleep, aren't you?" she says, her voice a mix of amusement and exhaustion. "M'not sleeping," Plankton mumbles, his eyelid fluttering, his voice fading into a snore. The drive home is peaceful, with Plankton snoring lightly beside her. As they approach their place, she gently shakes him awake. "We're home, Sheldon," she says, her voice gentle. "Can you wake up for me?" Plankton's eye blink open, and he looks around in confusion. "Home?" he mumbles. "Already?" Karen nods with a smirk. "Yeah, you slept through the whole drive. Came out of it just in time." They get out of the car, and Plankton wobbles slightly on his legs, the after-effects of the anesthesia still lingering. Karen wraps an arm around his waist, supporting him as they make their way to the front door. With a chuckle, Karen helps him inside, the warm light of their living room washing over them. Plankton's snores become more pronounced as they move through the hallway. "Come on, you need to get to bed," she says, leading him to their bedroom. The room is cozy, with a large bed that seems to swallow Plankton whole as he collapses into it. Karen carefully pulls the covers up to his chin. "Rest now," she whispers, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.
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Plankton found himself in a sticky situation. In his haste, he collided with a submerged rock, and with a painful snap, one of his antennae broke dangling in half. His computer wife Karen took him to a clinic. The receptionist, a kind octopus named Tentacla, took his information and assured Dr. Dolittlefish would see him shortly. "Plankton?" Dr. Dolittlefish called out, his voice echoing through the room. Plankton walked in, Karen trailing behind. The doctor examined the fractured antenna. Plankton winced, feeling a sharp pain as the doctor prods it gently. Dr. Dolittlefish chuckled, "We'll need to perform a repair, and for that, you'll need a touch of anesthesia. It'll make you feel like you're floating on a cloud.." Plankton's one good antenna perked up with interest. "A magical elixir that will put you into a state of deep relaxation," Dr. Dolittlefish explained, his eyes twinkling behind his spectacles. "You'll be completely unaware of the surgery. We give you a little dose to make you drowsy. It's like sinking into a warm, bubble bath after a long day of plotting. Trust me, you'll wake up with a fixed antenna and no memories of the procedure. It's like a nap that'll keep you unconscious and pain-free throughout the operation. It's tailored for each patient, so you'll only get what you need." Turning to Karen, who had been quietly observing the exchange, the doctor said, "Karen, if you have any concerns, feel free to ask. Your husband's safety is my top priority. I'll be sure to take into account." Karen sighed, her circuits whirring as she searched for the right words. "Well, Plankton has always had trouble with deep sleep. He's a bit of a light sleeper, you see. Even the slightest disturbance and he's up for the day. It's hard for him to get to sleep." The doctor nodded, scribbling more notes. "I see," he said thoughtfully. "That does add a layer of complexity to the anesthesia. We'll need to be precise with the dosage to ensure he remains asleep throughout the surgery without any complications. We'll use the lightest touch possible and administer the anesthesia in a way that minimizes discomfort." Dr. Dolittlefish turned to Plankton. "Now, when you wake up, it'll be like coming out of a delightful dream. You'll feel a bit groggy, like you've just emerged from a particularly long nap. You might be a tad disoriented, but that's perfectly normal. Your body will be feeling the effects of the medication wearing off, so it's crucial that you rest for a while in our recovery area." Plankton's eye searched Karen', looking for reassurance. She nodded firmly, gripping his tiny hand. "You'll be okay, Plankton. I'll be right here." The doctor nodded. "Karen, you can accompany him into the surgery room. But remember, you'll have to go and stay outside once the actual procedure begins." The next day, Plankton and Karen returned to the clinic, feeling a mix of anxiety and hope. The lobby was filled with various sea creatures, all waiting for their appointments with their own assortment of woes and ailments. "Come on, Plankton," Karen urged, her voice steady. "You've got this." Dr. Dolittlefish took his place at the head of the operating table, a serious look on his face. "Alright, Plankton," he said, his voice steady, "It's time for the anesthesia. This might feel a bit strange, but remember, it's just like drifting off to sleep." With a flick of his fin, he administered the first dose through a small tube connected to a bubble filled with the sedative. The bubble popped, and Plankton felt a warm sensation spread through his body. It started in his toes and traveled up to his antennae, making them feel weightless. His eye grew heavier, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh. The room began to spin gently, the sounds around him becoming muffled, like the distant hum of a lullaby sung by the ocean currents. He felt himself sinking into the chair, the cushions seemingly made of the softest sea foam. "How do you feel?" Dr. Dolittlefish's voice was a comforting murmur. "Woozy," Plankton slurred, his eyelid fluttering. The room was a blur of lights and colors, like a kaleidoscope of bubbles. The pain in his antenna was fading, replaced by a pleasant numbness. Karen squeezed his hand tightly, her grip the only solid thing in his swirling world. She watched him closely, her LED eyes full of worry. "It's ok, Plankton," she murmured. "You're going to be fine." The doctor nodded to her encouragement. "I want you to count backwards from one hundred ok?" Plankton, already feeling the warm embrace of the anesthesia, began his count with a lazy sensation. "One hundred... ninety-nine... ninety-eight..." His voice grew softer with each number, the digits slipping away like grains of sand through his tiny fingers. The world around him grew fuzzy, like a TV show losing signal. The lights above looked like distant stars, their brightness dimming as he descended into the abyss of unconsciousness. "...eighty-four... eighty-three... eighty-two..." His eye now half-closed, the surgery room's noises melding into a symphony of comforting whispers. The gentle sway of the seaweed outside the clinic's windows seemed to be rocking him to sleep. His voice grew more faint, words slurring together. Karen watched him count, her gaze never leaving his face. She could feel his hand loosening in hers, his grip becoming as light as a feather. Each number he uttered was a step closer to the surgery that would hopefully restore his antenna to its former glory. The count grew slower, like a snail on a leisurely stroll across the ocean floor. His voice was a mere murmur, the words barely discernible. Karen could see his tiny chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pattern, his breathing growing deeper and more relaxed with each passing moment. The colors around them bled into one another, creating a dreamlike landscape. The lights above danced like jellyfish in a moonlit lagoon, casting eerie shadows across the gleaming surgical instruments. Plankton's eye fully closed now, his count barely a whisper. Each word was a soft ripple in the vast ocean of sleep that was consuming him. The whirring of the machines and the occasional splash of water seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing. Karen watched, her heart swelling with love and fear as she listened to the dwindling numbers. Plankton's voice was now a faint echo, his body going slack. The room was still, save for the hypnotic pulse of the anesthesia bubbles and Plankton's shallow breaths. Karen held her own breath, her screen never leaving his face. His count grew quieter still, each number a soft, barely perceptible sigh. Karen felt the tension in her limbs ease as she watched the lines of worry on Plankton's forehead smooth out. His sleep was finally deep and peaceful, the anesthesia working its magic. "Thirty-four... thirty-three..." His voice was a mere ripple in the vast sea of quiet that filled the room. The last number slipped away, and Plankton's count stopped, his breathing deep and even. Karen felt the weight of his hand in hers, a silent testament to his complete surrender to the anesthesia's embrace. She watched Plankton's chest rise and fall with each steady breath, his body utterly relaxed with his eye sealed shut slightly. The surgery room, once a cacophony of fear and doubt, was now a sanctuary of peace, the only sounds the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor and Plankton's soft snores. The doctor nodded, satisfied with the sedation's effect. "Alright, Karen, he finally fell asleep," he whispered, patting Plankton's shoulder. "Now, we'll proceed with the actual procedure." Karen swallowed hard, nodding her head. She had never seen Plankton so vulnerable, but she knew this was for the best. "I'll be right outside," she said, her voice wavering slightly. She leaned in and kissed Plankton's forehead before letting go. With a final squeeze of his hand, she reluctantly let go and went towards the door. The doctor nodded in understanding, his eyes focused on the delicate task ahead. As the door slid shut with a soft hiss, Karen found herself in the stark, sterile waiting room. The walls were lined with sea-themed art, an attempt to provide comfort in a place filled with uncertainty and anxiety. She hovered over to the plush sea sponge chair, the material reminding her of home. Her tentacles wrapped around the phone, her movements deliberate and precise as she dialed the numbers. The first call was to Spongebob, she knew he would want to know about the accident. The line rang, and she hoped he'd pick up. "Karen?" "Spongebob, it's about Plankton," she began, her voice trembling. "He's had an accident, and he's in surgery now." "Oh no!" Sponge Bob exclaimed, his bubbly enthusiasm dimming. "Can I talk to Plankton during the surgery?" "No, they put Plankton to sleep," Karen explained, her tentacles gripping the phone tightly. "But I'll let him know you called as soon as he wakes up." "Thank you, Karen," SpongeBob said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Tell him I'm thinking of him." The receptionist, Tentacla, noticed her distress and swam over. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her tentacles poised to offer comfort or assistance. "It's just... I've never seen him like this," Karen admitted, her voice wavering. "So... vulnerable." Tentacla nodded sympathetically, her tentacles reaching out to pat Karen's arm. "It's tough, I know. But Dr. Dolittlefish is the best in the business. Plankton's in good fins."
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ANTENNAE i Plankton found himself in a sticky situation. In his haste, he collided with a submerged rock, and with a painful snap, one of his antennae broke dangling in half. His computer wife Karen took him to a clinic. The receptionist, a kind octopus named Tentacla, took his information and assured Dr. Dolittlefish would see him shortly. "Plankton?" Dr. Dolittlefish called out, his voice echoing through the room. Plankton walked in, Karen trailing behind. The doctor examined the fractured antenna. Plankton winced, feeling a sharp pain as the doctor prods it gently. Dr. Dolittlefish chuckled, "We'll need to perform a repair, and for that, you'll need a touch of anesthesia. It'll make you feel like you're floating on a cloud.." Plankton's one good antenna perked up with interest. "A magical elixir that will put you into a state of deep relaxation," Dr. Dolittlefish explained, his eyes twinkling behind his spectacles. "You'll be completely unaware of the surgery. We give you a little dose to make you drowsy. It's like sinking into a warm, bubble bath after a long day of plotting. Trust me, you'll wake up with a fixed antenna and no memories of the procedure. It's like a nap that'll keep you unconscious and pain-free throughout the operation. It's tailored for each patient, so you'll only get what you need." Turning to Karen, who had been quietly observing the exchange, the doctor said, "Karen, if you have any concerns, feel free to ask. Your husband's safety is my top priority. I'll be sure to take into account." Karen sighed, her circuits whirring as she searched for the right words. "Well, Plankton has always had trouble with deep sleep. He's a bit of a light sleeper, you see. Even the slightest disturbance and he's up for the day. It's hard for him to get to sleep." The doctor nodded, scribbling more notes. "I see," he said thoughtfully. "That does add a layer of complexity to the anesthesia. We'll need to be precise with the dosage to ensure he remains asleep throughout the surgery without any complications. We'll use the lightest touch possible and administer the anesthesia in a way that minimizes discomfort." Dr. Dolittlefish turned to Plankton. "Now, when you wake up, it'll be like coming out of a delightful dream. You'll feel a bit groggy, like you've just emerged from a particularly long nap. You might be a tad disoriented, but that's perfectly normal. Your body will be feeling the effects of the medication wearing off, so it's crucial that you rest for a while in our recovery area." Plankton's eye searched Karen', looking for reassurance. She nodded firmly, gripping his tiny hand. "You'll be okay, Plankton. I'll be right here." The doctor nodded. "Karen, you can accompany him into the surgery room. But remember, you'll have to go and stay outside once the actual procedure begins." The next day, Plankton and Karen returned to the clinic, feeling a mix of anxiety and hope. The lobby was filled with various sea creatures, all waiting for their appointments with their own assortment of woes and ailments. "Come on, Plankton," Karen urged, her voice steady. "You've got this." Dr. Dolittlefish took his place at the head of the operating table, a serious look on his face. "Alright, Plankton," he said, his voice steady, "It's time for the anesthesia. This might feel a bit strange, but remember, it's just like drifting off to sleep." With a flick of his fin, he administered the first dose through a small tube connected to a bubble filled with the sedative. The bubble popped, and Plankton felt a warm sensation spread through his body. It started in his toes and traveled up to his antennae, making them feel weightless. His eye grew heavier, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh. The room began to spin gently, the sounds around him becoming muffled, like the distant hum of a lullaby sung by the ocean currents. He felt himself sinking into the chair, the cushions seemingly made of the softest sea foam. "How do you feel?" Dr. Dolittlefish's voice was a comforting murmur. "Woozy," Plankton slurred, his eyelid fluttering. The room was a blur of lights and colors, like a kaleidoscope of bubbles. The pain in his antenna was fading, replaced by a pleasant numbness. Karen squeezed his hand tightly, her grip the only solid thing in his swirling world. She watched him closely, her LED eyes full of worry. "It's ok, Plankton," she murmured. "You're going to be fine." The doctor nodded to her encouragement. "I want you to count backwards from one hundred ok?" Plankton, already feeling the warm embrace of the anesthesia, began his count with a lazy sensation. "One hundred... ninety-nine... ninety-eight..." His voice grew softer with each number, the digits slipping away like grains of sand through his tiny fingers. The world around him grew fuzzy, like a TV show losing signal. The lights above looked like distant stars, their brightness dimming as he descended into the abyss of unconsciousness. "...eighty-four... eighty-three... eighty-two..." His eye now half-closed, the surgery room's noises melding into a symphony of comforting whispers. The gentle sway of the seaweed outside the clinic's windows seemed to be rocking him to sleep. His voice grew more faint, words slurring together. Karen watched him count, her gaze never leaving his face. She could feel his hand loosening in hers, his grip becoming as light as a feather. Each number he uttered was a step closer to the surgery that would hopefully restore his antenna to its former glory. The count grew slower, like a snail on a leisurely stroll across the ocean floor. His voice was a mere murmur, the words barely discernible. Karen could see his tiny chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pattern, his breathing growing deeper and more relaxed with each passing moment. The colors around them bled into one another, creating a dreamlike landscape. The lights above danced like jellyfish in a moonlit lagoon, casting eerie shadows across the gleaming surgical instruments. Plankton's eye fully closed now, his count barely a whisper. Each word was a soft ripple in the vast ocean of sleep that was consuming him. The whirring of the machines and the occasional splash of water seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing. Karen watched, her heart swelling with love and fear as she listened to the dwindling numbers. Plankton's voice was now a faint echo, his body going slack. The room was still, save for the hypnotic pulse of the anesthesia bubbles and Plankton's shallow breaths. Karen held her own breath, her screen never leaving his face. His count grew quieter still, each number a soft, barely perceptible sigh. Karen felt the tension in her limbs ease as she watched the lines of worry on Plankton's forehead smooth out. His sleep was finally deep and peaceful, the anesthesia working its magic. "Thirty-four... thirty-three..." His voice was a mere ripple in the vast sea of quiet that filled the room. The last number slipped away, and Plankton's count stopped, his breathing deep and even. Karen felt the weight of his hand in hers, a silent testament to his complete surrender to the anesthesia's embrace. She watched Plankton's chest rise and fall with each steady breath, his body utterly relaxed with his eye sealed shut slightly. The surgery room, once a cacophony of fear and doubt, was now a sanctuary of peace, the only sounds the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor and Plankton's soft snores. The doctor nodded, satisfied with the sedation's effect. "Alright, Karen, he finally fell asleep," he whispered, patting Plankton's shoulder. "Now, we'll proceed with the actual procedure." Karen swallowed hard, nodding her head. She had never seen Plankton so vulnerable, but she knew this was for the best. "I'll be right outside," she said, her voice wavering slightly. She leaned in and kissed Plankton's forehead before letting go. With a final squeeze of his hand, she reluctantly let go and went towards the door. The doctor nodded in understanding, his eyes focused on the delicate task ahead. As the door slid shut with a soft hiss, Karen found herself in the stark, sterile waiting room. The walls were lined with sea-themed art, an attempt to provide comfort in a place filled with uncertainty and anxiety. She hovered over to the plush sea sponge chair, the material reminding her of home. Her tentacles wrapped around the phone, her movements deliberate and precise as she dialed the numbers. The first call was to Spongebob, she knew he would want to know about the accident. The line rang, and she hoped he'd pick up. "Karen?" "Spongebob, it's about Plankton," she began, her voice trembling. "He's had an accident, and he's in surgery now." "Oh no!" Sponge Bob exclaimed, his bubbly enthusiasm dimming. "Can I talk to Plankton during the surgery?" "No, they put Plankton to sleep," Karen explained, her tentacles gripping the phone tightly. "But I'll let him know you called as soon as he wakes up." "Thank you, Karen," SpongeBob said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Tell him I'm thinking of him." The receptionist, Tentacla, noticed her distress and swam over. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her tentacles poised to offer comfort or assistance. "It's just... I've never seen him like this," Karen admitted, her voice wavering. "So... vulnerable." Tentacla nodded sympathetically, her tentacles reaching out to pat Karen's arm. "It's tough, I know. But Dr. Dolittlefish is the best in the business. Plankton's in good fins."
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Broken 1/2 (Iโ€™m a neurodivergent author) "Karen's going to love the surprise," Sandy murmured to herself. Sandy had spent hours the previous night crafting the perfect surprise for her friend, Karen. Itโ€™s a game, and she thought about the delight. As Sandy approached, the anticipation grew. She felt her heartrate spike, her hand curling around the doorknob. The door swung open with a gentle creak, and there was Karen. "Sandy!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her friend in a warm embrace. โ€œCome on in!โ€ They moved into the living room. "Ready for the surprise?" Sandy whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Karen nodded, curiosity piqued. Sandy pulled out the game called "Whimsical Wonders," and it promised an adventure filled with puzzles, riddles, and laughter. She had picked it out especially for Karen, who loved nothing more than a good brain teaser. Plankton, Karen's husband, wanders in. "Sandy made a new game!" Karen says, her voice filled with excitement. "Oh really?" Plankton says. Sandy nods eagerly, setting the game board on the coffee table. "This looks amazing!" Karen says, lighting up. "Let's get started!" Sandy says, her voice brimming with excitement. The two friends eagerly begin setting up the game. As they place the pieces, their laughter fills the air, mingling with the occasional squeal of excitement. Plankton, however, watches from the armchair with a furrowed brow, the cacophony of sounds and the flurry of activity around the game table gradually weighing on him. His senses, heightened by the sudden influx of stimuli, start to overwhelm him. Sandy rolls the dice and her voice cracks with excitement as she announces her first move. "I'll take the unicorn path!" she exclaims, moving her piece with a flourish. The room seems to vibrate with her enthusiasm, the very air charged with it. But amidst the excitement, Plankton's eye starts to glaze over. Karen, caught up in the moment, doesn't notice the change in Plankton's demeanor yet. Sandy, lost in the thrill of setting the stage for their adventure, doesn't pick up on Plankton's distress. "Your turn, Karen!" Sandy suddenly squeals. Karen looks up from her piece and sees Plankton's eye now glazed over, his body completely still. "Plankton?" she asks tentatively, her smile faltering; the sensory overload from the game is becoming too much for Plankton, who grows overwhelmed and unresponsive from his armchair. "You ok?" Sandy says, turning to him, her voice still filled with the energy of the game. But Plankton doesn't respond. His eye remains unfocused, vacant, his body rigid. "What's wrong?" she asks, her smile fading as she notices Plankton's unresponsive state. Karen lowers her voice to a whisper, "It's like he zones out for a bit." Sandy's eyes widen with concern, and she immediately sets down the game piece. "Huh?" Karen nods reassuringly, "He'll be fine in a minute." She gently pats Plankton's hand, her voice calm and soothing. "It happens sometimes when things get too... much for him. This happens sometimes when he's overstimulated." Sandy's heart skips a beat. Plankton's face remained slack, eye staring into the middle distance, unblinking. "It's ok," Karen whispers, voice steady, "Just give him some space." Sandy nods, her excitement replaced with concern. She's never seen Plankton like this before. She watches as Karen gently strokes Plankton's arm. "It's ok," Karen repeats, her voice a gentle lullaby. "These happen when there's too much going on, too much to take in." Sandy nods, eyes never leaving Plankton's frozen form. She feels a twinge of guilt for not realizing sooner that something was amiss. She had been so caught up in excitement of the game, she didn't notice signs of distress. Moving closer to the chair where Plankton sat, she tentatively reaches out a hand to touch his shoulder like the way Karen is doing, but Karen stops her. "Let me," she says gently, never leaving her husband. "I know his triggers." Sandy nods. She withdraws, giving space. "I'm sorry," she says softly. "I didn't know." Karen nods, never leaving Plankton. "It's ok. We manage. It's part of hisโ€ฆ condition." Sandy watches as Karen's gentle touch seems to bring him back to reality. Plankton blinks. "Plankton?" Karen whispers. Slowly, his gaze refocuses on her. He looks around the room, momentarily disoriented before his eye land on the game spread out on the table. He looks back at Karen, his expression a mix of confusion and embarrassment. "What happened?" he asks, his voice hoarse. "You had a little episode," Karen says, her voice still calm. She helps him to his feet. "But you're ok now." Sandy's eyes dart between the two of them, feeling like an intruder in this intimate moment of care. She clears her throat awkwardly. "Maybe we should... postpone the game?" But as Plankton's gaze locks onto hers, she sees the anger in his eye, raw and unbridled. "You did this," he says accusingly, voice tight with frustration. Sandy takes a step back. "I didn't mean to," she stammers, her hands rising defensively. "You didn't mean to?" Plankton echoes, his voice rising. "You come in, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with your loud games and expectations, and you don't think about how it might affect me?" Sandy's eyes widen with shock and guilt as she takes another step back. "I-I'm sorry, Plankton," she stammers. "I didn't know it wouldโ€”" "Of course you didn't," Plankton interrupts, filled with bitterness. Sandy's heart sinks as she realizes the gravity of the situation. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you," she says, her voice small and apologetic. Karen's grip on Plankton's arm tightens, a silent plea for calm, but the words have been said. The air feels thick with tension, the joyous anticipation of the game forgotten. Sandy's eyes fill with tears, her heart racing. "Plankton, please," she says, her voice shaking. "Itโ€™s not my fault. I'd never want to hurt you." "It's what you want, isn't it?" Plankton snaps, pushing away from her. "That's not true," Sandy protests, her own voice rising in defense. "I just wanted to have some fun." Karen's screen darts between them, a silent plea for peace. But Plankton's anger is a storm that can't be quieted so easily. "You think it's fun for me?" he yells, his voice cracking with frustration. "To sit here and watch you live life without a care while I'm stuck in my own head, unable to keep up?" Sandy flinches, his words hitting her like a slap in the face. She never thought about it that way before. "I just wanted to help," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "Help?" Plankton scoffs. "How is bringing this... this... chaos into our lives supposed to help?" He gestures at the game, his hand shaking with anger. Sandy feels the heat rising in her own cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and anger at being misunderstood. "It's not chaos, it's just a game," she says, her voice firm despite the tremor. "To you, maybe," Plankton says, his words laced with venom. "But to me, it's just another thing that's too much to handle. Too loud, colorful, too... everything." Sandy feels her own anger flare up, the hurt of his accusations stinging deep. "You don't know what you're talking about," she says, her voice rising to match his. "Oh, don't I?" Plankton counters, eye flashing. "You think you can just waltz in and ignore my needs because you're so focused on your own fun?" Sandy feels a mix of indignation and regret. "That's not fair," she protests, cracking. "You know I didn't mean toโ€”" But Plankton isn't listening. He's in the throes of anger now, voice rising. "Fair?! You have no idea what fair is," he says, eye flashing. "You don't have to deal with the constant bombardment of sounds and lights and emotions!" Sandy's own frustration boils over. "Well maybe if you try to understand, we couldโ€”" "Understand?" Plankton cuts her off, his voice now a roar. "How can you possibly understand?" Sandy's eyes flash with indignation. "You're not the only one with problems!" she shoots back. "You think I don't know?" Plankton retorts. "Everyone has their struggles, but you don't get to barge in here and make them about you!" "It wasn't about me!" Sandy exclaims, her voice shaking. "I just wanted to do something nice.." "What about the fact that your 'nice' thing almost sent me into a full-blown seizure?" Sandy's eyes flash with anger now, her hands balled into fists at her sides. "You know what, Plankton? You're right, I don't understand," she says, her voice trembling with emotion. "But maybe if you weren't so focused on being the center of attention with your 'poor me' routine, you could see I'm just trying to be a good friend!" Plankton's eye widen in shock at her outburst as he processes her words. "You think this is about attention?" he says, his voice incredulous. "It's about trying to find a way to exist in a world that's too much for me!" Sandy's eyes fill with tears of frustration as she glares at Plankton. "And what? I'm not allowed to live because it's too much for you?" she yells back, the words cutting through the tension like a hot knife through butter. "I can't help that I'm not BROKEN like You!" Sandy says before realizing it with regret. Karen's pixelated eyes widen in horror. "Sandy," she says, her voice a warning whisper. But too late. The damage is done. A tear traces a path down his cheek. His eye, once full of anger, brims with hurt. He takes a step back. "Broken," he whispers, the word echoing in the tense silence of the room. Plankton's body sags, his anger dissipating like a popped balloon, leaving only pain in its wake. His eye glisten with unshed tears.
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Broken 2/2 (Iโ€™m a neurodivergent author) Plankton's body sags, anger dissipating. His eye glisten with tears. "Broken," he repeats, his voice barely a whisper, the word a knife to his soul. He shakes his head and turns, unable to face the person who so casually tossed it at him. "Plankton," Karen says, her voice strained, but he's already retreating. Shoulders hunched, Plankton turns and strides out of the room, footsteps heavy and deliberate. The door to the bedroom slams shut behind him, the echo of sobs resonating through. Sandy and Karen are left standing in the living room, the air thick with unspoken words and unshed tears. "I didn't mean it like, I cannot believe I just, Iโ€™m sorry," Sandy says, voice shaky. She looks at her friend, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I..." Karen's gaze is steely. "You need to understand," she says firmly, voice trembling with weight. "Plankton was born with a neurodivergent condition." Sandy's eyes widen. "What?" she whispers. Karen nods solemnly. "Plankton's mother was in a car accident when pregnant with him." Sandy's eyes widen in horror. "I had no idea," she whispers. Karen nods, her own eyes brimming with unshed tears. "After, doctors saw Plankton's brain developing differently," she explains, her voice tight with emotion. "He's incredibly sensitive to stimulationโ€”sounds, lights; strong emotions, like just now, can overwhelm him." "That's why he gets these... episodes?" Sandy asks. Karen nods, voice barely above a whisper. "It caused damage to the part of his brain that processes stimuli during development," she explains. "It's like his brain's volume knob is stuck on high. Everything's just too much for him sometimes." Sandy's mind races. "So that's why..." "Yes," Karen says, voice heavy. "It's not something he can just turn off, or ignore." Sandy nods slowly, aching for her friend's husband. She had always known Plankton as a bit of an introvert, but never thought it was mostly because of something like this. Karen's sad, but firm. "It's not your fault for not knowing," she says. "But you have to be mindful." Sandy nods, throat tight. "I do," she whispers with regret. Together, they make their way to the bedroom, the game forgotten in the wake of Plankton's pain. Karen's hand is a gentle guide on Sandy's arm as they tiptoe, steeling herself for what might be on the other side. She opens it slowly, the hinges whispering in protest. The bedroom is dim, curtains drawn, and Plankton is there, lying on the bed, his eye closed. The anger and frustration that had etched lines into his face moments ago are now eased by sleep. His chest rises and falls with rhythm of breathing, the only sound in the room. Sandy feels a pang of guilt as she looks at him. She had never meant to cause pain, never intended to make life more difficult. She just wanted to bring a little joy, whimsy into their lives; instead, she had unleashed a storm. Karen's hand tightens around Sandy's arm, a silent reminder of the unspoken bond between them. "Let him rest," Karen murmurs. Sandy nods. "Give him space," Karen says gently. "He needs to recover." Sandy nods, gaze lingering on Plankton's face, features now in sleep. She feels a pang of guilt, knowing she was the cause of distress. They retreat to the living room. Karen sighs heavily, her eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and resignation. "Why didn't you tell?" Karen sighs. "It's not something we talk about," she says softly. "Plankton's been self-conscious about it." "I didn't mean to make things worse," Sandy says with remorse. "I know, yet you have to understand, Plankton's condition is part of him. It's not something that can be fixed with a band-aid; his brain damage is irreversible." "I'll talk to him when he wakes up," she says, her voice a mix of determination and sorrow. "I want to make it right." Karen squeezes her hand, offering a small smile. "Thank you," she whispers. "But let him come to you. He needs time." Sandy feels the weight of her mistake heavily. "Part of Plankton's condition includes mood swings," Karen explains softly. "When overstimulated, it's like a dam breaks. It just floods." Sandy's heart squeezes with understanding and regret. "I didn't know," she whispers, eyes filling with tears. "I never meant toโ€”" "It's ok," Karen interrupts gently, her voice soothing. "But it's not just about the game. Plankton's condition makes it hard for him to handle sudden changes or unexpected situations." Sandy nods, the gravity of the situation settling in. "I didn't realize," she says, her voice thick with guilt. "I just..." Karen squeezes her hand. "It's alright," she says, her voice calm and soothing. "You couldn't have known. But now that you do, it's important to stay calm around him." Sandy nods, eyes wide with the realization. "How do I make sure not make things worse?" Karen looks at her with a mix of affection and weariness. "You just need to be patient and understanding," she says. "Let him know you're there for him, without pushing." Sandy nods. Finally, Plankton emerges from the bedroom, eye red-rimmed. He looks at them both, his gaze uncertain, and then to the game. Sandy's heart clenches as she watches him. Plankton's gaze lingers on the game for a moment before he looks at them, his expression unreadable. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin everything." Sandy's heart breaks at his words. "You didn't ruin," she says quickly, filled with compassion. "I should have been more considerate." Plankton looks at her, still guarded. "I just want to be normal but I just can't handle it, like you said Iโ€™m broken.." Sandy feels her heart ache at his words, the pain in his voice resonating deep within. She shakes her head, her own eyes now filled with tears. "You're not broken," she says fiercely. "You're just... different. And that's ok. Iโ€™m sorry." Karen moves to Plankton's side, wrapping her arms around him in a gentle embrace. "You are more than ok," she whispers. "You're perfect, just the way you are." Sandy watches them, feeling the depth. "I didn't mean it, Plankton," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "You're not broken, you're just... you. I know that now." Plankton nods, his mind a tumult of thoughts. "But it's hard to hear." "I'll be more careful," she promises, her voice sincere. "I don't want to make you feel like that again." "You didn't know," he says, his voice a bit softer now. "But it's important that you do now." "I do know," she says, her voice firm. "And I'll make sure to be more mindful." Karen squeezes Plankton's hand, filled with love and compassion. "We all have moments," she says gently. "What matters is we learn from them." Sandy nods, gaze never leaving Plankton's. "I will," she says solemnly. "I promise." Plankton's expression softens. "Thank you," he murmurs, the first signs of forgiveness seeping into his voice. Karen's gaze shifts to Sandy, filled with a gentle resolve. "Don't be afraid to ask, next time," she says, a quiet command. "Don't assume you know what he can handle. Just talk to us, and we can tell you." Sandy nods, feeling the weight of her friend's words. "I will," she says, voice a solemn promise. "I don't want to make him feel like that again." The three of them stand in the living room, the game pieces on the table a stark reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. Sandy takes a step closer to Plankton, her hand reaching out tentatively. He looks up at her, the anger and pain in his eye slowly being replaced with something resembling understanding. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, hand hovering in the air between them. "I'll do better." Karen nods with a mix of sadness and love. "We're all learning," she says, her voice a gentle reprimand. "But it's important that Plankton needs to be part of this conversation too." Sandy swallows hard, her hand dropping to her side. "I'm sorry," she says again, looking down at her feet. "I didn't mean to make it about me." Plankton nods slowly, eye still on the game board. "It's not," he says, quiet and measured. "It's about understanding limits." Sandy nods, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I just want to make sure you know that I'm here for you, for both of you, any time." Karen gives her a sad smile, still on Plankton. "We know," she says softly. "But sometimes, the best thing you can do for Plankton is to just... let him be." Sandy nods. "I'll take it home," she says, her voice thick with regret. "I don't want it to be a reminder of what happened." Karen nods, her gaze never leaving Sandy's. "Thank you," she whispers. Sandy moves to the coffee table, her eyes on the game. She gathers the pieces, the bright colors seemingly dulled by the events of the evening. Each piece feels heavier than it should, as if carrying the weight of Plankton's pain. "I'll put it away," she says, her voice quiet and remorseful. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Plankton nods, his eye not leaving the game. "I know," he says, his voice still raw. "But you can play it with Karen on one of the Gal Pal nights out when Iโ€™m not around, like at your treedome." Sandy nods, her eyes brimming with tears as she scoops the last of the game into the box. She closes it with a soft click and looks up at Karen. "I'm sorry," she whispers again. "I'm just... I'm sorry." Karen sighs, her gaze filled with a mix of sadness and resignation. "We all make mistakes, Sandy," she says gently. "What's important is that we learn from them." Sandy nods, her eyes never leaving the game box. "I will," she whispers, her voice thick with regret. "I'll be more considerate next time." Karen's gaze softens, and she squeezes Sandy's hand. "Thank you," she murmurs. "It means a lot."
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CHIP OFF THE OLD TALKS i (Autistic Author) Karen went to the park. Her husband, Plankton, sat by her. Karen glanced over and saw the soft smile on his face, a smile that had greeted her every morning for the past twenty-five or so years. The park was alive with laughter, the distant sound of a ball bouncing off the pavement and the occasional squawk from a seagull. Plankton's eye were closed, his breathing slow and steady. He was enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun on his face. Suddenly, their adopted son Chip burst into their peaceful scene, his cheeks flushed from running. He was holding a frisbee that had strayed from its intended path, and he called out to them with the enthusiasm of a young boy who had discovered something wonderful. "Look what I found!" he exclaimed, oblivious to the delicate moment he was interrupting. Plankton jolts. Karen's notices her husband's sudden movement. His eye open wide, and he stares into the distance unseeing, unblinking. She knows the signs all too well. Plankton is having one of his shutdowns. But Chip's dart between the frisbee and his parents, sensing something amiss. "Dad?" Chip says, tentatively. Karen jumps up and grabs Plankton's arm, gently squeezing to bring him back. "It's ok, honey," she whispers, her voice steady. Chip's smile fades as he sees his father's unresponsive state. He drops the frisbee, forgotten in his grip, and takes a cautious step closer. "What's happening?" he asks, his voice cracking. Plankton's body remains eerily still, like a statue. The only indication that he's alive is the faint rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. Karen's eyes dart around the area, checking if anyone has noticed. She doesn't want to draw unwanted attention. "It's ok, Dad's just taking a little break," she murmurs, setting the frisbee aside. He's never seen these before, nor knows the drill. Chip takes in Plankton's unblinking gaze. Karen feels a pang of guilt for keeping this part of Plankton's condition hidden from their kid. But it's a dance they've been performing for years, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy amidst Plankton's condition. Karen focuses solely on Plankton, willing him to come back to her. She feels the warmth of his hand under hers, but there's no response, no squeeze, no recognition of her touch. Karen's gaze is fixed on her husband's face, searching for any hint of life, any flicker of consciousness. She whispers his name, a soft mantra, trying to anchor him to reality. But Chip doesn't understand. His eyes are wide, full of fear and confusion as he watches his dad frozen in place. "What's a 'little break'?" he asks, voice trembling. Karen's heart tightens; she's always shielded Chip, hoping to spare him the worry and fear. "It's like when you zone out," she explains gently, hoping to relate it to something he might have experienced. "Remember when you were playing video games and I had to call you for dinner three times before you heard me?" Chip nods slowly, still glued to Plankton's unmoving form. "It's like that," Karen continues, "But for Dad, it happens without warning." Chip nods again, trying to process this new information. He's always known his dad was different, but seeing him like this is something he's never had to face before. He takes a deep breath and tries to hold back his tears, not wanting to scare Plankton when he wakes up. "What do we do?" he whispers, his voice shaky. Karen squeezes Plankton's hand gently, never leaving his face. "Just wait," she instructs Chip calmly. "These usually don't last long. But if you need to, you can tell anyone who asks that he's okay, just deep in thought." Chip nods, trying to mimic his mother's calm demeanor, but his eyes betray his anxiety. He's never seen his dad like this, never knew that these moments of stillness were a part of him. Plankton's condition, a form of autism, can leave him with anger issues and overload. Karen feels the weight of the secret they've kept from Chip all these years. Plankton's autistic neurodivergence had always been a part of their lives, but they had shielded their son from the full extent of it. They had hoped he would understand when he was older, but now the moment had come unplanned, and she wasn't sure if ready. "Why does Dad zone out?" Chip asks, his voice small. Karen sighs, deciding it's time for the truth. She sits down next to Plankton, keeping her hand on his arm. "Dad has something called 'neurodivergence', Chip. It's like his brain works differently than ours. Sometimes it helps him see the world in amazing ways, but it can also be hard for him. These little breaks are his brain's way of processing." Chip stares at her, trying to grasp the concept. "So, he's not just ignoring us?" "No, sweetie," Karen says. "He's not ignoring us. It's like his brain needs a time-out, like when you play for to long and your phone heats up and/or dies, but will still work eventually." The wind picks up, rustling through the leaves above them, and a chill runs down Chip's spine. He nods slowly, watching his dad's chest rise and fall in the silence. It's strange to see someone so still, so quiet, yet so obviously alive. "But why haven't you told me before?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen's eyes well up with tears she quickly blinks away. "We wanted to protect you," she admits. "I didn't want you to be scared and he doesnโ€™t want you to think of him differently." "But it's okay to think differently," Chip argues, his voice growing stronger. "Dad's always been there for me, even if he doesn't hug me a lot." Karen smiles sadly, stroking Plankton's arm. "It's not just about thinking differently, Chip. It's about how his brain processes things. Sometimes, too much sensory input can overwhelm him. That's why he might seem distant or not as affectionate as other dads. It's not because he doesn't like you," she reassures him. "It's because hugging or loud noises can be really intense for him." Chip's eyes widen with understanding. "So, that's why he doesn't like it when I jump on him?" "Yes," Karen nods. "But it doesn't mean he loves you any less. He just shows it in his own way. Like when he spends hours helping you build that Lego castle, or when he makes those amazing sea creature sculptures that you love so much." Chip's shoulders slump, and he sits down on the bench beside his mother, staring at his dad with a newfound curiosity. "Does he know I know now?" "I don't think so, honey," Karen says, her voice still low and soothing. "These episodes usually last just a few minutes. It's like he's somewhere else, but he'll come back to us." The park's sounds swirl around them, muffled by the tension that has settled in the air. Karen watches Plankton's expression, waiting for the telltale twitch of his antennae that signals his return to the present. Finally, Plankton blinks and looks at Karen, his gaze momentarily unfocused before recognition floods back into his eye. He looks around, startled by his surroundings, and then at Chip, who is staring at him. "What happened?" Plankton asks, his voice groggy. Karen releases a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "You had one of your zoning-out moments," she says, her voice calm and gentle. Plankton looks at her, then at Chip, who is watching him with a mix of curiosity and fear. "I did?" Plankton's antennae twitch, and he rubs his head. "Yes," Karen says, her hand still on his arm. "Chip found a frisbee, remember?" Plankton's gaze shifts to the frisbee lying forgotten on the ground, then back to his son. He nods slowly, piecing the moments before together. "Ah," he murmurs, a hint of embarrassment crossing his face. Chip's curiosity outweighs his fear as he looks at his father. "Can I ask?" he asks tentatively. Karen nods, her heart swelling with pride at his bravery. "Of course, Chip." Chip looks at his dad, filled with questions. "Whyโ€™d you zone out?" he asks, his voice still hushed. "It's none of your business Chip," Plankton snaps, his eye flashing with a sudden fury that takes both Karen and Chip aback. His voice is harsh, the words cutting through the stillness of the park. Karen's heart sinks as she sees the hurt on Chip's face. Plankton's anger, a common side effect of his overload, surfaces without warning. She knows he doesn't mean it, but the sting is real for their son.
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A TOOTHY STORY pt. 1 แดกแด€ส€ษดษชษดษข: ส™สŸแดแดแด… & ๊œฑแดœส€ษขแด‡ส€ส "But, why? Karen they're not even hurting or growing in, yet!" "It's preventative, Sheldon; the x-ray showed potential crowding." Karen responds to her husband, Plankton. It's the night before his wisdom teeth extraction, and she knew he's nervous. Sheldon Plankton sighs, running his tongue over his back molars, feeling the gums where the wisdom teeth lurk beneath the surface. But it does little to distract from the looming dental appointment tomorrow morning. He looks at his wife, Karen, whose screen filled with understanding. She's always been the level-headed one, calming him during their most turbulent times. "Don't worry, sweetheart," Karen says, stroking his forehead gently, "You'll be under anesthesia. You won't feel a thing. It'll be like a little nap, and when you wake up, it'll all be over." They go to bed, as they'll have to get up early. Plankton's always been a light sleeper, usually the last to fall asleep and/or first to wake. The anticipation of the morning's dental procedure keeps him tossing and turning. The digital clock on the nightstand clicks over to 2 AM, its red digits glowing like an accusation. Karen has to take him in three hours... Karen's awake at 4:45. Plankton lay beside her snoring gently. She gently shakes him. "Plankton," she whispers, "it's time to get up." He stirs, groaning softly, eye fluttering open to the dim room. "Ugh.." Karen smiles softly, "Come on, honey, we've got to get going. The sooner we're there, the sooner it's over." With a heavy sigh, Plankton gets up. The drive to the dentist's office is tense and quiet. The soft hum of the car's engine and the occasional streetlight flickering outside are the only sounds that accompany them through the desolate early morning streets. They arrive at the clinic, a modern building with sleek glass walls that reflect the pre-dawn light. Plankton's heart thumps in his chest as he follows Karen inside. The receptionist, a cheery woman named Becky, greets them with a smile that seems almost painfully bright at this hour. "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Plankton!" she chirps. Plankton nods, trying to match her energy, but his nerves betray him. "You're here for your wisdom teeth, right?" Becky asks, typing away on her keyboard. Plankton nods again, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over him. He's never been a fan of the dentist, but this was a whole new level of dental dread. Karen notices this and squeezes his hand reassuringly. "Don't worry," Becky says, noticing his distress, "Dr. Marlin is the best. And our anesthesia is top-notch. You won't feel a thing." Plankton tries to smile, but it comes out more as a grimace. "You'll be so relaxed you won't even know what's happening. It's like a dreamless sleep. You'll wake up with four less teeth and a much more comfortable mouth!" She leads them through the hallway, the smell of antiseptic strengthening with each step. The walls are adorned with soothing seascape paintings, an obvious attempt to put patients at ease. Plankton's heart rate doesn't decrease, but he appreciates the effort. They enter the surgery room. The chair is more like a recliner. Dr. Marlin, a friendly-looking octopus, enters the room, his tentacles holding a clipboard. "Good morning," he says in a soothing tone. "Ready to get those wisdom teeth out?" Karen kisses him on the forehead and whispers, "You got this." Plankton nods, trying to convince himself. The doctor explains the procedure one last time, his tentacles gesturing to the various tools laid out on the tray. The nurse, a clownfish named Nina, starts to prep him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We're going to give you something to bite down on to keep your mouth open," Nina says, holding up a plastic mouth prop. It looks like a small version of an L-shaped building block. Plankton nods again. The chair reclines back and the overhead light shines down, casting harsh shadows on the ceiling tiles. Karen squeezes his hand once more before stepping aside as Dr. Marlin and Nina get to work. The anesthesia is administered, and the room starts to blur. Plankton feels his body go slack, the fear giving way to a sudden calm. He hears Karen's voice, faintly, saying, "See you..." And then, darkness. Karen feels his hand go limp in hers as the anesthesia takes hold. She watches as Dr. Marlin's tentacles swirl around Plankton's open mouth. The nurse, Nina, holds a small syringe filled with a clear liquid, which she carefully administers into his gums. Plankton's body relaxes further, and he starts to snore as they prod his numb gums, all while he's remaining asleep. The surgery goes by in a blur for Karen, who sits in the chair next to him, holding his hand. She can hear the sounds of the extraction tools, but she focuses on his peaceful breathing and the steady beep of the heart rate monitor. The room is cool, the sterile smell of the surgery room comforting in its own way. As the extraction begins, Plankton doesn't stir. The doctor's tentacles move with practiced precision, each tug and pull a dance of surgical skill. Nina stands by, her eyes focused on the monitors, ensuring his vital signs remain stable. The first tooth is out. Karen can't help but look away at the sound of bone cracking, despite the doctor's assurance that Plankton can't feel it. Her eyes water, but she quickly wipes the tears away, not wanting to alarm the already unconscious Plankton. She glances at the clock. Only twenty minutes have passed. Dr. Marlin strokes Plankton's antennae. Nina nods along, her attention mostly on Plankton. The second tooth is extracted with slightly more resistance. The doctor's tentacles tug gently, applying the right amount of pressure. Karen squeezes his hand. "It's okay," she whispers, though she's not sure if he can hear. The third tooth is the most stubborn, requiring the use of a pair of forceps that make a sound like a tiny car wreck. Plankton's body jerks slightly but he remains unconscious. The doctor and nurse work in harmony, their movements so swift and coordinated that they almost seem like a dance. The fourth tooth is the quickest to come out, as if it knew it was the last stand and gave up without a fight. Dr. Marlin nods to Nina, who begins to suture Plankton's gums. The needle pierces through the swollen flesh with a sound that makes Karen cringe, but Plankton doesn't react at all. She watches as Nina's nimble fins guide the thread with the care of a master embroiderer, stitching the flaps of gum back together. Plankton's snoring remains steady as they suture his numb gums. Nina's fin deftly weaves the thread, each stitch a silent promise of a pain-free future. The tension in the room slowly dissolves with each completed suture. They use dissolvable stitches, so they use more anesthesia to numb the inside of the gums before stitching them up completely. Dr. Marlin steps back, wiping his tentacles with a towel. "All done," he says with a smile. The doctor rinses Plankton's numb mouth with saline of any excess blood or debris, and Karen notices the transformation: his tense jaw relaxes, his breathing deepens, and his usually active antennae are still, as if he's sunk into the deepest of slumbers.
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PATRICK PLANKTON 2/4 (NEURODIVERGENT AUTHOR) Yet Plankton was beyond listening. He was in the throes of a full-blown meltdown, his body quaking with anger and fear. His usually tiny form looked monstrous in the dim light of the lab, his eye wild and his antennae twitching erratically. Plankton's shaking grew more intense, his tiny body trembling. His eye darted around the room, looking everywhere except at the starfish who had just tried to offer him comfort. Karen's heart ached as she watched her husband's silent panic attack unfold. She knew the signs all too well. The erratic antennae movements, the clenched fists, the sudden need for personal space - it was all part of his condition. Plankton had always been so private about it, but she had hoped that with time and trust, he'd learn to open up. Patrick, however, remained oblivious to the gravity of the situation. He had never seen his friend this way, and the fear in Plankton's usually beady eye was more than he could bear. "What's happening to him?" he whispered to Karen, his voice shaking. Karen took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Plankton's trembling form. "It's his condition," she said softly. "He gets like this when he's really overwhelmed. He needs us to be calm for him." Patrick looked from Karen to Plankton. He didn't know what to do, but he knew that he couldn't just stand there. Carefully, he reached out a tentacle and wrapped it around Plankton, pulling him into a gentle embrace. "It's okay, buddy," he murmured. "You don't have to be scared." But Plankton's panic only seemed to worsen. His tremors grew more pronounced, his tiny body convulsing in Patrick's arms. Karen's eyes grew wide with alarm, and she rushed over to her husband's side. "Patrick, let go!" she urged, her voice firm but filled with urgency. "You're making it worse!" Patrick's eyes grew wide, and he released Plankton as if he'd been holding a live wire. The tiny plankton crumpled to the floor, his body going limp. "Plankton?" Karen gasped, dropping to her knees beside him. She checked his antennae for a pulse, her face a mask of panic. "Plankton, can you hear me?" There was no response. His single eye had rolled back into his head, and his antennae had gone still. Panic gripped Karen and Patrick. "What's happening?" Patrick's voice was barely a whisper. Karen's filled with a mix of fear and determination as she checked Plankton's pulse again. "It's a severe episode," she said, her voice tight with concern. "He needs to calm down, and fast." Patrick hovered over them, his heart racing in his chest. "What..." "He's passed out," Karen said, her voice tight with worry. "We need to get him to his bed." Patrick's eyes grew rounder, and he nodded frantically. "Okay okay," he murmured, reaching down to help Karen lift Plankton's unconscious body. Together, they carefully carried him to the bed. Karen laid Plankton on the bed and began to check his vitals, scanning his tiny form with a medical precision that belied her usual robotic demeanor. "His pulse is steady." Patrick hovered at the edge of the room, his heart racing. "What can I do?" he asked, his voice quivering. "Just stay here," Karen instructed, her focus solely on Plankton. "And keep talking to him. Sometimes hearing a familiar voice helps." Patrick nodded, his tentacles clutching at the edge of the bed. "Plankton?" he called out softly, his voice filled with a mix of fear and concern. "Buddy, can you hear me?" There was no response. Plankton's tiny body remained still and lifeless, his antennae drooping like wet noodles. Patrick felt his own body go cold with fear. He'd never seen anyone faint before, let alone a friend. He didn't know what to do, so he just talked hoping his voice could reach Plankton through the fog of unconsciousness. "Hey, Plankton," he said softly, "Just rest up, buddy." Karen looked up from her ministrations, her expression grim. "Patrick," she began, voice low and serious, "you need to know something about Plankton." Patrick leaned in, his worry for his friend clear on his face. "What is it?" he whispered. "It's his brain," Karen said, her voice tight. "Plankton has a traumatic injury." She paused, her gaze never leaving Plankton's still form. "It's from an accident a long time ago, before I was even built.." Patrick's eyes grew wide with shock. "What kind of accident?" Karen took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Plankton. "It was a... a car accident," she said finally, her voice thick with unshed emotion. "A runaway boat hit him, actually." Patrick's tentacles drooped in horror. "Oh no!" he gasped. "Is that why he gets like this?" "Yes," Karen nodded solemnly. "The injury causes him to have these episodes when he gets too stressed or overwhelmed. It's why he's so obsessed with the Krabby Patty formula. The pursuit of something so constant and unchanging helps him cope with the chaos in his head." Patrick's eyes widened. "But why didn't he tell me?" he murmured. "Because he's ashamed," Karen said softly. "He thinks it makes him weak. But it's just a part of who he is." Patrick looked at her, his eyes filled with sadness. "But he's not weak," he said firmly. "He's the smartest person I know." "Patrick," Karen said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, "his mind is brilliant, yes. But he's also fragile, in ways you can't even imagine." Patrick nodded, his eyes never leaving Plankton's pale face. "I won't tell anyone," he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. Suddenly, Plankton's antennae twitched. A soft groan escaped his mouth and his eye fluttered open. He looked around the room, blinking in confusion. "Plankton?" Karen's voice was a whisper, filled with hope. The tiny plankton's antennae twitched slightly, and his eye blinked open focusing with difficulty on the concerned faces hovering over him. The room was spinning, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that made him nauseous. He groaned and tried to sit up, but his body felt like it was made of jelly. "Take it easy," Karen soothed, gently pushing him back down. "You've had a rough time." Plankton's eye focused on Patrick, who was still standing by the bedside looking as though he'd just seen a ghost. "What's he doing here?" he croaked. "You fainted," Karen said gently. "Patrick was just trying to help." Plankton's eye darted around the room, trying to piece together the puzzle of what had happened. The last thing he remembered was reading, then Patrick yelling, then Patrick's overwhelming embrace... A chilling sensation washed over him, a sense of dรฉjร  vu so strong it was almost tangible. He looked at Patrick, who was hovering over him like a giant, concerned balloon, and suddenly it clicked. "I remember now," Plankton murmured, his voice still shaky. "You tried to... hug me." He cringed at the thought, his antennae curling inward. "Don't ever do that again.." Patrick looked down at his tentacles, which had instinctively reached out during Plankton's episode. He pulled back. "Sorry, buddy," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Karen's gaze softened. "It's okay, Patrick. You couldn't have known." She turned her attention back to Plankton searching his for any signs of further distress. "How are you feeling, Plankton?" He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "T-terrible," he rasped. "But I'll be fine." His voice was laced with the stubbornness that Patrick had come to expect from him. Plankton pushed himself into a sitting position, his antennae still trembling slightly. Karen's gaze remained on him. "You sure?" she asked, voice a gentle murmur. Plankton nodded, his antennae quivering slightly as he tried to stand. His legs wobbled beneath him, and he had to grab the bedframe to steady himself. "Just... need a moment," he murmured, his voice shaking as much as his body. Patrick watched with a heavy heart as his friend struggled to regain his composure. He knew that Plankton was trying to put on a brave face, but the fear in his eye was unmistakable.
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GO HONE 1/2 Karen sat in the chair next to the bed. Plankton lay there, snoring softly. They'd just finished removing his wisdom teeth. Karen rarely sees him asleep. He was a light sleeper, always had been. But here he was, mouth agape, drool pooling onto the pristine pillowcase. The nurse had said the anesthesia would wear off soon. She felt a strange mix of pity and amusement. Karen reached out to stroke his forehead. "Plankton?" Her voice was gentle, soothing. He didn't respond. His eye remained shut, but she noticed the faintest twitch of his antenna. A moment later, his eye fluttered open, unfocused. "Wheh...am I?" he mumbled, his voice slurred by the lingering effects of the drugs and numb mouth. "Karen?" "You're in the recovery room, sweetie," Karen whispered. "You just got your wisdom teeth out." The nurse walked in. "How we feeling?" Plankton looked around, his gaze unfocused, as if he wasn't quite sure where to land. "I don't know," he said, voice still thick. "Everything ish tho...big?" The nurse chuckled. "That's the anesthesia. It'll wear off in a bit. Can you tell me your name?" Plankton blinked a few times, trying to get his bearings. "Pwankton," he managed, sounding like a toddler with a mouthful of marshmallows. Karen pressed her lips together to hold back a laugh. She felt a tug at her heart, seeing this tough, competent man reduced to such a helpless state. He attempted to sit up, but his body didn't cooperate, flopping back down onto the pillows. "Whoa, wath happening?" he slurred, his eye searching the room as if looking for something familiar. His limbs felt like spaghetti noodles, and his brain was stuck in slow motion. Karen helped him adjust, pillows plumping around his head. She couldn't help but chuckle at his drunken antics. The nurse took his pulse and checked the monitors. "Everything looks good," she said. "Just rest a bit longer." "Oh boy," he muttered, a goofy smile spreading across his face. "Wook at aww tha little fishies!" Plankton's mind was clearly somewhere else entirely. Karen looked around the recovery room, but all she could see were the regular, sterile equipment and a few other patients, not a fish in sight. She couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his silliness. "You're okay," she assured him, patting his hand. "Just the meds talking." Plankton's eye grew even wider, his smile turning into a grin. "Can I pway with dem?" he asked, reaching out a shaky arm to grab at the invisible fish. The nurse looked at Karen with a knowing smile. "It's a common side effect," she assured her. "The drugs can make patients feel pretty loopy." Plankton's giggle grew louder as he continued to "catch" the nonexistent fish. His movements were clumsy, like a baby learning to use their hands for the first time. Karen watched, her heart swelling with a sudden fondness for his innocent charm. "Wook, Karen! I got one!" He held up a finger, waggling it in the air between them. "It's tho tiny!" His eye squinted as he tried to focus on his own digit, then opened wide in amazement. "And it's on my han!" He was utterly captivated by his own hand, turning it this way and that, studying it like a new discovery. Karen couldn't help but smile at his antics. "That's right, Plankton. That's your finger," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "You're doing great." The nurse took a step back, allowing Karen to interact more freely with her husband. "You can talk to him, just keep it calm and don't let him move too much," she said before checking on the other patients. Plankton's gaze followed the nurse, his eye glazed over with wonder. "Wheh's she go?" he asked, his voice innocently curious. Karen leaned in closer, her hand still in his. "She's just checking on the other people who are feeling a bit sleepy like you." He nodded solemnly, his antennas flopping to the side with the motion. "Okay, Karen," he said, as if she had explained the secrets of the universe to him. The room started to spin gently, and he giggled. "I fink I'm on a merry-go-round!" Karen's smile grew, warming the coolness of the recovery room. "No, honey, you're just a bit woozy from the surgery. You need to lie still." Plankton nodded, his grin never leaving his face. "Otay," he mumbled, his eye crossing as he tried to focus on Karen's face. "Buh ith fun!" Karen couldn't resist the urge to lean in and kiss his forehead. "You're so adorable when you're loopy," she said, her voice filled with affection. Plankton's grin grew even wider, his cheeks flushing slightly from the attention. He closed his eye and leaned into the kiss like a child seeking comfort. "Karen," he said, his voice a slurred whisper, "youw my besht fren." The tenderness in his words made her heart melt. "Always, Plankton," she said, her thumb gently brushing his palm. "Always." He sighed contentedly, his giggle subsiding into a gentle snore. His hand fell limp beside him, his fingers still slightly curled as if holding onto the invisible fish. Karen smiled, catching him. His eye fluttered open again, rousing with a snort. "Whath...?" Plankton mumbled, his gaze floating around the room. He squinted at Karen, his vision blurred. "You're okay," Karen soothed, her voice like a lullaby in the stillness of the room. "You're just coming out of the anesthesia." Plankton blinked slowly, his pupil expanding to take in the soft lights and the unfamiliar surroundings. He tried to speak, but his words came out as mumbles and squeaks. "Wha...?" Karen's screen twinkled with affection as she spoke gently, "You're in the recovery room, sweetie. You're okay." Plankton's mind was still swimming in a sea of confusion. "Buth...buth...my teef?" he managed to ask. "They're out, don't worry," Karen assured him, her laughter barely contained. "The dentist took them out." Plankton looked at her with a mix of relief and silly curiosity. "The dentish?" he asked, his voice childlike. "Wheh did the put dem?" Karen nodded, trying not to laugh. "They're gone, gotten rid of." Plankton's face scrunched up like a little kid's, trying to understand. "Buth I can't feel dem," he whined, his hand gently probing his swollen cheek. "Awe youw shure?" Karen nodded, her smile never wavering. "They're gone, I promise. You'll have to be careful with soft food for a few days." Plankton's eye lit up like a child at the mention of a treat. "Soft food? Wike ice cweam?" Karen nodded, her laughter bubbling to the surface. "Yes, like ice cream. But remember, no chewing." Plankton's face fell. "Oh, no chewing?" he asked, his voice dropping to a disappointed whine. Karen nodded firmly, trying not to laugh at his sulky pout. "No chewing," she said, her voice conciliatory. "But we can have ice cream when we get home." Plankton's expression shifted immediately, his eye sparkling with anticipation. "Wight, wight," he said, his speech slowly becoming clearer. "Ice cweam ith okay?" "Yes, ice cream is okay," Karen said, her voice steady and warm. "But we'll have to wait until we get home." Plankton's eye grew large with excitement. "Hone?" he asked, as if the word had just entered his vocabulary. "Whewe hone?" Karen nodded, keeping her tone calm. "Yes, we're going home soon." Plankton's mouth twitched into a smile. "Whewe?" he asked again, his voice rising with excitement. Karen couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "Soon, Plankton. You just need to stay awake long enough for the nurse to say you're ready." His face fell a little, but then he perked up. "Candoit!" he exclaimed, his words slurred together. He sat up. "I'm awake!" Karen had to hold back her laughter as he swayed like a ragdoll before flopping back onto the bed. "Not quite yet, Plankton," she said, patting his shoulder.
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GO HONE 2/2 The nurse returned, seeing his renewed energy. "Looks like you're feeling better," she said with a smile. "But let's not rush things." Plankton nodded eagerly, his antennas bobbing. "Yeth, yeth, I'm weady!" He tried to sit up again, his body still wobbly. The nurse helped him, adjusting his pillows. "Let's see if you can stay awake for a few more minutes," she said. He looked at her with determined innocence, like a child promising not to eat cookies before dinner. "I'm weally weally weady," he insisted, his words still thick. Karen couldn't help but chuckle, watching him fight the sleepiness. "Good," the nurse said. "Keep talking to your wife, that'll help keep you alert." Plankton's eye lit up with a childlike excitement. "Ish fun to tawk to you, Karen," he said, his words still slurred. "Youw make me happy." Karen felt her heart swell. "And you make me happy," she said, her voice sincere despite his loopy state. "Even when you're being a goofball." Plankton's smile grew, his eye still half-lidded. "Goof...ball?" he repeated, the words sounding strange in his mouth. He giggled again, his body swaying slightly with the effort of staying upright. "Ish fun to be a goofball." Karen couldn't resist smiling back, his silliness was infectious. "Yes, it is," she said. "But you need to stay awake for a little longer." Plankton nodded, his head bobbing slightly. "Otay, Karen," he said, his voice still thick. He then saw the nurse. "Who's dat?" he whispered, his eye wide with curiosity. Karen chuckled softly. "That's the nurse, Plankton. Remember?" He blinked a few times, his antennas perking up as his eyes focused on the kind-faced woman. "Oh, yeah. Tha nurse lady," he slurred, his voice full of sudden realization. "Hi!" The nurse chuckled. "Hello, Mr. Plankton. You're doing great." Plankton's smile grew even wider, his cheeks flushing with pleasure. "Ish nice to meechu," he said, sleepily. "I wike youw hat.." The nurse couldn't help but laugh. "Thank you, Mr. Plankton. It's nice to meet you too." Plankton's eye began to droop again, and Karen could see the sleep trying to pull him under. "Wakey wakey, Plankton," she said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "You have to stay with me." He nodded, his head lolling to the side before snapping back up with a jerk. "Ish okay, Karen," he whispered, his voice still slurred. "Ish okay." But his eyelid grew heavy, and his words trailed off. "Ish just...tho tiwed," he mumbled. Karen's chuckle was gentle, not wanting to disturb his attempts to stay alert. "I know, sweetie," she said, stroking his hand. "Just a few more minutes." But Plankton's eyelid was like a heavy curtain, despite his best efforts. "Whe...whe...why am I so tiwed?" he slurred, his head lolling to the side like a ragdoll's. Karen knew he wasn't going to last much longer. His hand slipped out of hers, and he began to snore softly again. Karen looked over at the nurse, who nodded in understanding. "It's normal," the nurse said. "The anesthesia can make people pretty loopy for a while." Plankton's snores grew softer, his body relaxing. Karen watched him, her expression a mix of amusement and concern. "How much longer?" she asked the nurse. "Just a little longer," the nurse said, checking his vitals again. "The effects should start to wear off soon." Plankton's snores grew softer, and then he was awake again, looking around the room with wide- eyed wonder, drool trailing from the corner of his mouth. "Whe...where...?" His voice was a sleepy whisper. "You're still in the recovery room," Karen soothed, wiping his chin with a tissue. "You fell asleep again." Plankton looked up at her, his eye wide and innocent. "Did I miss sumfing?" he asked, his voice still thick with slumber. "No, sweetie," Karen replied, her voice soothing. "You just fell asleep for a bit. You're still waking up." Plankton's antennas perked up, and he sat up. "But...but I hav ice cweam?" His eye were wide with hopeful inquiry. Karen nodded with a smile, wiping the remaining drool from his mouth. "Yes, when we get home, remember?" Plankton's grin was infectious. "Yay!" he cheered, clapping his hands together with a slightly awkward smack. Karen couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction, his childlike enthusiasm was adorable. "Looks like you're feeling better," she said, her voice filled with affection. But Plankton was already off on another tangent, his gaze wandering to the ceiling. "Whewe awe the fishies?" he asked, his voice a sleepy whisper. Karen followed his gaze, seeing the plain, white ceiling tiles. "The fishies are in your imagination, Plankton," she said, her tone gentle. He pouted, his disappointment palpable. "Oh," he murmured, his head lolling to the side. Karen chuckled, her hand still on his arm. "They'll be there when you're all better," she assured him. "But for now, let's just stay here." The nurse smiled. "Looks like our patient is feeling better," she said with a smile. "Almost ready to go home?" Plankton nodded vigorously, his antennas flopping with the motion. "Hone, yesh! Ice cweam!" His eye closed again, and he snored lightly. Karen chuckled. His excitement was adorable, even if it was short-lived. The nurse checked his vital signs. "Looks like the anesthesia's wearing off," she said with a smile. "We can get you ready to go home soon." Plankton's eyelid fluttered open. "Hone?" he asked, his voice hopeful. "Almost," Karen said, her voice calm and soothing. "Just a few more minutes." Plankton's eye closed again, his breaths deepening into sleep. His head lolled to the side, his antennas drooping. Karen watched him with love. Even in his most vulnerable state, his antics brought a warmth to the room. The nurse returned and began to prepare the discharge papers. "Almost there," she said with a wink at Karen. "He'll be right as rain in no time." Plankton stirred again, his eye half-opening to a squint. "Whe...where's my ice cweam?" he mumbled, his voice slurred with sleep. Karen chuckled. "Not until we get home, remember?" Plankton's head nodded, his antennas bobbing. "Oh yeah," he mumbled, his voice dreamily content. The nurse finished up the paperwork and turned to Karen. "We're all set. Just make sure he gets plenty of rest and eats soft foods for the next few days." Plankton's eye shot open, his antennas springing to attention. "Ice cweam?" he asked, his voice hopeful. Karen laughed, shaking her head. "When we get home, remember?" He pouted, his lower lip sticking out like a sulky child's. "But I'm so tiwed," he whined. "Tiwed of being tiwed." Karen couldn't help but smile at his usual stubbornness. "You just had surgery," she reminded him gently. "Your body needs to recover." Plankton's eye grew large, and he nodded slowly. "Oh yeah," he said, his voice trailing off. "But...but I wan' ice cweam..." He faltered as Karen holds him up. The nurse chuckled and handed Karen the papers. "It's all normal, he's just loopy from the meds. He'll be fine once he's home." Karen nodded, her expression a mix of concern and affection. Plankton's head lolled back onto her shoulder, his eye drooping again. "Ice...cweam?" he mumbled. "As soon as we get home, I promise," she whispered. His body relaxed into her, his breathing evening out into a gentle snore. The nurse helped Karen maneuver the sleeping Plankton into a wheelchair, his legs still not fully cooperating. "Just a precaution," she said with a wink. "Better safe than sorry." The cool air of the hallway hit him like a wave, and Plankton's eye popped open. "Whe...?" he mumbled, looking around confused. "It's okay, we're going home," Karen said, pushing the wheelchair through the hospital's sliding doors. The sun was shining, and the brightness made him blink. Plankton squinted, his eye trying to adjust to the light. "Home?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep. "Ice cweam?" Karen chuckled, nodding. "Yes, home. And yes, ice cream." She pushed him out into the parking lot, the sun glinting off the cars. Plankton was still groggy, his antennas waving slightly as if trying to keep time with his thoughts. The ride home was quiet, Plankton's snores punctuating the gentle hum of the engine. Karen couldn't help but glance over at him, his mouth slightly open, his face peaceful in sleep. She felt a wave of tenderness wash over her. When they finally pulled up to their house, the sight of their familiar surroundings seemed to revive Plankton. "Whe...we're hone?" he asked, his voice groggy. Karen nodded. "Yes, we're home," she said, her tone filled with relief. "Time for that ice cream."
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NOTHING BUT THE WISDOM TRUTH i "Why do we have to go so early?" he grumbled. "I know, sweetie," Karen said, patting his hand reassuringly. "But it's for the best. You'll be out like a light during the surgery, and you won't feel a thing." The nurse noticed his distress and offered a kind smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Plankton. We're going to make this as comfortable for you as possible. First things first, let's get you in and then we'll start with some anesthesia." Karen watched as Plankton reluctantly climbed into the chair. The nurse dimmed the lights and adjusted the chair's recline. She placed a warm blanket over him, and the softness enveloped him like a comforting embrace, the nurse preparing Plankton for the surgery. She chatted away, "So, any plans for the weekend?" "Not really," he said, "Just recovery." The nurse nodded. She began to insert the IV, talked him through each step, her voice a comforting lullaby guiding him into a state of relaxation. She continued to engage in light conversation, told about her weekend plans, a lifeline to the outside world that seemed so far away in the cold, clinical environment. As the anesthesia began to work, Plankton felt his body grow heavier, his eyelid drooping. "You're doing great," she said softly. "Just keep breathing, ok?" Plankton's thoughts began to blur together. The doctor's voice grew distant, his words melding into a comforting murmur as Plankton felt himself slipping away. The last thing he heard was Karen's voice, a gentle whisper in his ear. "I'm here," she said, her hand holding onto his with a fierce tenderness. "I love you." And then there was nothing, the last sensation he felt before everything went quiet. The anesthetist monitored Plankton's vitals, ensuring he remained safely asleep throughout the procedure. Plankton was a picture of peace, mouth agape as the anesthesia kept him blissfully unaware of the world around him. The nurse's eyes flick from the monitors to Plankton's serene face. Plankton's body didn't even flinch. Plankton's face remained relaxed, his breathing even, as the anesthetic kept him in a state of blissful unconsciousness, ensuring that his comfort remained top priority. Plankton's body remained still, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence that soothed the room. The nurse gently swabbed his mouth, keeping the area clean and clear. The doctor stitched up the small incisions with a gentle touch, while the nurse cleaned Plankton's mouth. The anesthetist monitored the levels, ensuring a smooth and safe emergence from the depths of unconsciousness. The doctor looked at Karen, his eyes weary but his smile reassuring. "It's all done," he said. "Everything went smoothly. He's still sleeping it off, but you can go in and see him." Karen rushed in, her screen searching for Plankton. He was there, lying back in the chair, his mouth slightly open, a line of drool escaping the corner of his mouth. He looked so peaceful, vulnerable. She reached out and touched his hand, for the surgery was over. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm as he slept. "He's doing great," she assured her. "The surgery went well." Karen leaned over Plankton, as she brushed his antennae with her hand. She took in the sight of him, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the soft snorish sounds escaping his mouth. His face was a portrait of peace, a stark contrast to the chaos of the surgery that had just taken place. The nurse finished her work and dimmed the lights, leaving the room in a soft glow that cast shadows across the floor. Karen pulled up a chair and sat down, her hand finding Plankton's again. "You're ok," she murmured, willing him to hear her voice, to feel her presence. "You're going to be ok." Karen's entire world was contained in reassuring her that he was still there. The nurse approached with a wad of gauze. "We need to put this in his mouth to help with bleeding," she explained gently. Karen nodded. The nurse placed the gauze with the same care she had shown throughout the entire ordeal, pressing it gently against the raw, tender spots where Plankton's teeth had once been. The nurse finished her cleanup and checked Plankton's vitals one last time. "He'll come around soon," she assured. "The anesthesia takes a bit to wear off." His breathing was still deep and steady, the gentle rumble of his snores filling the room. She found comfort in the mundane sounds of his slumber. His chest rose and fell in a rhythm that seemed to match the beeping of the heart monitor. The anesthesia had done its job well, leaving him in a deep, dreamless sleep. His face was serene. His antennae lay limp on the chair's headrest, and his mouth was open slightly, revealing the gauze the nurse had placed to stem the bleeding. The drool that had pooled at the corners of his mouth began to seep out onto the chair. The nurse noticed and nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "It's normal," she said. Plankton's snores grew louder, the drool now a small river that trickled down. Karen reached out with a trembling hand, her thumb catching the droplets before they could stain the fabric. The drool was a stark reminder of the reality of the situation. Her screen focused on the slow, steady flow of dribble, forming and breaking away, each one a little more substantial than the last. The nurse had said it was normal, but to Karen, it was a sign of his vulnerability, a tangible proof of the surgery's aftermath. As the drool grew into a small puddle on the chair, Karen's resolve to be strong for him grew stronger. She grabbed a tissue from the box on the side table and gently wiped. The nurse looked at her with understanding. "It's alright," she said softly. "He'll wake un his own time." Karen nodded, her screen never leaving Plankton's face. She felt a strange mix of love and pity. Here he was, reduced to a drooling mess in a chair, and yet she had never felt more connected to him. It was a strange intimacy, this moment of vulnerability, a silent pact between them that she would always be there to wipe away his fears, both literal and figurative. The nurse moved around the room, her movements efficient and silent. She checked the machines one last time before turning to Karen. "Why don't you sit down?" she suggested, patting the chair beside Plankton's. "It'll be a bit before he wakes up. Might as well get comfortable." Karen nodded, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. She pulled up a chair and held his hand tightly, her thumb brushing back and forth across his knuckles. "Plankton," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "You did it, sweetie." She leaned closer. "The teeth are out. You're okay." She waited, watching the rise and fall of his chest, listening to the steady beep of the heart monitor, and willing him to open his eye. "Remember what I said about ice cream?" she asked, her voice a little louder this time. "You can have as much as you want when we get home." She tried to keep her tone light, despite the gravity of the situation. The thought of his favorite mint chocolate chip ice cream was supposed to make him smile, but his face remained slack. But she knew he was strong, and he would bounce back. He always did. "I just want you to know how much I love you. How much I need you. We've been through so much together, and I can't imagine my life without you. You're going to wake up soon, and it'll all be over. And then we can go home, and I'll take care of you, just like you always take care of me. Remember when we said 'in sickness and in health'?" she whispered. "Well, this is definitely a 'sickness' moment, but I'm right here. And I'll be here through all the healthy moments too." The nurse quietly left them a moment of privacy. Karen leaned in closer. "You're going to feel a bit funny when you wake up," she said with a soft laugh. "Your mouth will be sore, and your face will be puffy. But I'll be there. And maybe I'll let you win at Scrabble for once." She chuckles. "Just don't let it go to your head." Plankton's eyelid fluttered, and a low moan escaped his throat. She squeezed his hand. "That's it, baby," she encouraged. "You're waking up." His eye opened slowly dilated and unfocused. He blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the harsh lights of the recovery room. He turned his head to the side, and she knew he was searching for her. "Hi," she said, her voice a warm whisper. "It's me, Karen. You're ok." His gaze found hers, and she saw the flicker of recognition. "Where am I?" he slurred, his voice thick and groggy. "You're in the recovery room, sweetheart," Karen said, her voice steady and soothing. "You just had your wisdom teeth out." Plankton's eye widened slightly, and he nodded, trying to sit up. Karen gently pushed him back down. "Easy," she said. "You need to rest." "But I'm so tired," he mumbled, his voice weak. "I know," Karen said, stroking his forehead with her cool hand. "But you're doing great. Just stay still for a little while longer. They got all four teeth out without any complications." He nodded, his eye still closed. "Good," he mumbled.
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NOTHING BUT THE WISDOM TRUTH ii "You're in the recovery room, sweetheart," Karen said, her voice steady and soothing. "You just had wisdom teeth out." Plankton's eye widened slightly, and he nodded, trying to sit up. Karen gently pushed him back down. "Easy," she said. "You need to rest." "But I'm so tired," he mumbled, his voice weak. "I know," Karen said, stroking his forehead with her hand. "But you're doing great. Just stay still for a little while longer. They got all four teeth out without any complications." He nodded, his eye still closed. "Good," he mumbled. "I don't... I don't member any ting." His words were slurred. The anesthesia was definitely still working its magic on him. "It's ok," she said, her voice soothing. "You don't need to.." Plankton's head lolled to the side, and his eyelid grew heavy again. "Karen?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. "I'm right here," she assured him, her voice steady and calm. She watched as he tried to lift his hand to wipe at his mouth, but it flopped back down onto the chair's armrest, his fingers brushing against hers. Plankton's eye grew heavy again, and his head lolled to the side. The anesthesia was working its way out of his system, but it was taking its time. She chuckled as she watched him struggle to keep his eye open. "I'm... I'm," Plankton mumbled, his words coming out slurred and sloppy. His eye rolled back in his head, and he let out a snore. "You're a mess," she laughs, her voice filled with love. "But you're my mess." She watched as his chest rose and fell with each snore. It was clear that the anesthesia was still holding him in its grasp, and she knew it would be a while before he was fully awake. Karen couldn't help but laugh at his antics. Plankton's snores grew louder. Karen reached out and gently wiped the line of drool from his mouth with a tissue. He stirred, his eye blinking open again. "You're drooling," she whispered, smiling at him. "What's happening?" he asked, his words slurred. "You're coming out of the anesthesia," Karen said, her voice a lifeline in the haze. "Everything went fine." Plankton's eye searched hers, his thoughts racing. "Mmmy...nesia?" he mumbled. Karen's smile grew, understanding his attempt to ask about his sleep during surgery. "You mean the anesthesia?" Karen couldn't help but chuckle at his endeavor. "You're just a little out of it," she said, her voice gentle. "The anesthesia is wearing off." "Thish...thish ish...shomefinny," Plankton tried to say. "What?" Karen asked, her curiosity piqued by his attempt at speech. "Nothin'." Plankton's words were slurred into a single syllable. He looked utterly lost in the haze. Karen leaned closer. "You sure?" Plankton nodded, his smile lopsided. "Jush...jush glad." Karen couldn't help but laugh at his adorable incoherence. "You're so loopy," she said, her voice filled with affection. She squeezed his hand gently. "I love you." "Ish love...love you too, Karen," he slurred. "I know," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and affection. "Tish...tish hard," Plankton mumbled, his cheeks dimpling with his own private joke. The nurse entered the room, checking his vitals with a knowing smile. "It's normal for patients to be a bit out of it after surgery," she said, scribbling notes on her clipboard. "I'm shorry," he said, words still a jumble. Karen couldn't help but lean in closer, her own smile growing wider. "It's ok," she assured him, her voice gentle. The nurse nodded in agreement, her own smile playing at the corners of her lips. "It's quite common," she said, her voice professional but kind. "Ish...Ish...it...over?" he managed to ask, his tongue thick in his mouth. "Yes, sweetheart," Karen said, her voice still filled with love and amusement. "You're all done. They got all your wisdom teeth out." "Thish...thish allll over now-ow." "Almost," Karen said, her voice a gentle melody. "We just need to wait for the anesthesia to wear off a bit more, and then we can go home." Plankton nodded, his eye already drifting shut again. His mouth moved as he attempted to speak, but only slurred sounds came out. Karen leaned in closer, her smile never wavering. "You know, you're pretty chatty for someone who's had their wisdom teeth out." "Ish...Ish always had...shomeshin' to shay," Plankton managed, his speech a series of lisped and elongated sounds. Plankton's eye began to drift closed again, his breathing growing deep and even. The nurse finished her checks and gave Karen instructions for his aftercare. "Make sure he takes it easy," she said. "I will," Karen promised, her screen never leaving Plankton's face. The quiet was filled with the sound of Plankton's snores, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm beneath the blanket. His mouth was still slightly open, and she could see the drool forming at the corner of his lips. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out to see a text from Mr. Krabs, Plankton's rival at the Krabby Patty. "How's he doing?" it read. "Loopy," she replied with a smiley face. She had told Mr. Krabs about the surgery the day before, and despite their rivalry, he had offered to come visit when they get back home. The nurse poked her head back in, checking the clock on the wall. "Alright, he's ready to go," she said, her smile warm. Karen nodded, standing up and gently shaking Plankton's shoulder. "Come on," she whispered. "Let's get you home." Plankton's eye blinked open slowly, and he looked around the room with confusion. "Home?" he mumbled, his voice still thick. "Yes, we're going home," Karen said, her voice the balm to his disorientation. She helped him to his feet, supporting his weight as he swayed slightly. The drive back home was a blur of sleep. Plankton's head lolled against the car window, the vibration of the engine lulling him to a doze. "You okay?" Karen asked, glancing at him in the rearview mirror. "Yeah," Plankton mumbled, his voice a sleepy rumble. "Just...tiwed." The drive home was quiet, with only the occasional snore piercing the silence. Karen drove carefully, her eyes flicking between the road and the mirror to check on Plankton. She knew he would be out for the count for a while, and his face was still swollen. As they pulled into their driveway, Plankton stirred. "We're home," Karen said, her voice gentle. He nodded, his eye still half-closed. "Home," he murmured. Karen helped him out of the car, his legs wobbly as he tried to find his balance. She wrapped his arm around her waist, supporting him as they made their way, and he leaned into her, his body heavy with fatigue. The house was quiet as they entered, the only sound the occasional tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Karen guided him to the couch, carefully helping him sit down. "Rest here," she said, her voice a gentle command. Plankton nodded, eye closing again. She disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a glass of water and a pillow. "Here," she said, placing the pillow behind his head. He took the glass with a nod, his hand shaking slightly. He took a sip. "Thish...thish ish...good," he managed to say. She knew he was in pain, and the anesthesia was only adding to his confusion. "I'll be right back," she said, her voice a soft whisper. Karen grabbed the pet amoeba puppy, Spot. She carried him back to the living room, where Plankton was slowly coming around. "Look who's here," she said, holding Spot out to him. Spot's blob-like body stretched out in excitement, his little legs waving in the air. Plankton's eye widened at the sight, and a smile spread across his swollen face. "Spot," he murmured, his voice still thick with anesthesia. Karen set Spot on his lap, and the amoeba immediately began to cover him in wet, loving kisses. Plankton chuckled, his hand rising to pet the creature's gelatinous head. "Hey, bubby," he slurred, his speech still compromised. The simple act of touch brought a spark of life to Plankton's eye. "You're good boyth," he said, his voice a mix of affection and pain. Spot's response was a happy wiggle. Karen couldn't help but smile at the sight, Plankton's love for their little amoeba was unwavering. She took a seat beside him, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. "Just rest," she said, her voice a soft command. Plankton nodded, his eyes closing again. Spot continued to shower him with affection, his slimy kisses landing on Plankton. Karen watched them for a moment, her heart swelling with warmth. Then she stood up, knowing there was still more to do to ensure Plankton's recovery went smoothly. In the kitchen, she put together a soft meal for him, something that wouldn't irritate his sensitive mouth. She chopped up some fruit into a small bowl and warmed up a cup of soup. The smells of chicken broth and sweet berries filled the air, a comforting aroma that she hoped would ease his pain. When she returned to the living room, Plankton was asleep, Spot curled up with him. She set the food down on the table, the spoon clinking gently against the porcelain bowl. She took a moment to appreciate the peaceful scene before her, the two of them nestled together, the TV playing a low murmur of background noise. Karen decided to let him sleep for a bit longer. Gently, she lifted Spot off Plankton's lap and placed him on the floor. The amoeba pup quickly scuttled back by the couch, but still on the floor. Karen then turned off the TV, not wanting the noise to disturb Plankton's rest. Just as she was about to leave the room to let him sleep, the doorbell rang. It was Mr. Krabs, his beady eyes looking concerned. She opened the door, whispering, "Shh, he's asleep." Mr. Krabs nodded, his usual gruffness replaced with a rare display of compassion. He held a bag of ice. "Thought he might need these," he said, handing them to her. Karen took the bag gratefully. "Thank you," she whispered. "He's in the living room."
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A TOOTHY STORY pt. 2 The room is quiet except for the occasional slosh of the saline and the whirring of the chair's recline. Karen watches as the nurse, Nina, applies gauze to the newly-emptied sockets where the teeth once were. The redness is stark against Plankton's slackened face. His snores are deep and even, his antennae resting limply on the chair's headrest. The doctor, Dr. Marlin, gives her a thumbs-up, a silent assurance that everything went according to plan. Karen feels a weight lift from her shoulders. The procedure is over, and Plankton is safe. His breathing continues, the anesthesia still keeping him in its gentle embrace of peaceful slumber. Nina turns to her with a sympathetic smile. "It's normal for patients to feel a bit groggy once they wake up. Sometimes they're a bit disoriented. It's like coming out of a deep sleep. It's normal if today he seems a little out of it. Bleeding and brushing are to be expected, and swelling is normal." "But he'll be okay?" Karen asks, her voice shaking. "More than okay," Dr. Marlin assures her, "Just follow the aftercare instructions and he'll be back to his usual self in no time. Just remember, no solid foods for a few days, lots of fluids, and keep those ice packs handy." Nina adds, "Keep an eye on him. He might be a bit forgetful, or say some funny things. It's just the anesthesia wearing off. Nothing to worry about." As they wheel Plankton into recovery, Karen watches his chest rise and fall with each breath. Nina, the nurse, explains, "The numbness is normal, it's the local anesthesia wearing off. It can feel weird, but don't worry, it'll fade. As for sleepiness, it's just the body recovering from the anesthesia. He might be a bit wobbly on your feet or have some difficulty speaking because of the numbness. Just take it slow, okay? Yet you can talk to him right now while he wakes if you'd like, even if he doesn't fully understand you yet." Karen nods, leaning in close to her husband's. "It's over, Plankton," she murmurs. "You did great. Just a little bit more sleep and then we'll go home." Plankton's breaths are slow and steady, his body still under the anesthesia's spell. The recovery room is dimly lit. The nurse, Nina, keeps a close eye on Plankton as Karen sits beside him, her hand resting on his arm. She's always been there for him, a constant source of comfort in the face of fear. The receptionist from earlier, Becky, comes in to check on Plankton, her face still cheerful despite the early hour. "How's our patient?" she asks Karen, glancing at the monitors that track his recovery. Plankton's chest rises and falls steadily, his snores punctuating the quiet. Karen smiles weakly. "He's still out of it." Becky nods. "That's normal. The anesthesia takes a little while to wear off. He'll wake up soon enough. You can talk to him if you'd like. Sometimes it helps to hear familiar voices." Karen looks down at Plankton's peaceful face. "You're going to be okay, sweetheart," she says softly. "Just a little longer, and then we'll go home. No more worrying." A line of drool starts to trickle from the corner of Plankton's numb mouth. It's a sight Karen's seen before, but only during his deepest slumbers. She reaches for a tissue and gently dabs at the saliva pooling, his body still under the sedative's grip. She cannot help but feel a twinge of pity for his vulnerable state, despite his snoring. The drool slowly starts to form a tiny river on the chair, a silent testament to the depth of his sleep. Karen wipes it away, knowing he'd be embarrassed if he were conscious of the sight. The nurse, Nina, checks his vitals, satisfied with his progress. "You can sit him up now," she says. "Just make sure he's actually awake before we get him walking." Karen carefully turns Plankton's chair with the lever, which gently guides his sleeping body upright. As the chair moves, Plankton's snoring changes pitch, his head lolling slightly. Karen smiles despite herself, his vulnerability endearing. Gently, she cups his cheek guiding his head back up. "Don't worry, Plankton. Almost time to go home," she says, her voice soft as a morning lullaby.
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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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General anesthesia: A patient who gets general anesthesia is completely unconscious (or "asleep"). They canโ€™t feel any pain, are not aware of the surgery as it happens, and donโ€™t remember anything from when they are โ€œasleep.โ€ General anesthesia involves using many medications to render you unconscious during a surgery. This makes you unaware of things that are happening. It is generally described as melting back into the bed and falling asleep. This means you will have no awareness of the procedure once the anesthesia takes effect, and you won't remember it after. Anesthetics activate memory-loss receptors in the brain, ensuring that patients don't remember. General anesthesia looks more like a comaโ€”a reversible coma. You lose awareness and the ability to feel paฤฑn, form memories and move. Then they turn the anesthetics off and allow you to come to. You then begin to pass into a semi-conscious stage to become aware of what is going on. Typically, the period of time when youโ€™re under general anesthesia is a blank. Many patients report that it is a surreal experienceโ€”and practically no one remembers anything between when the medication is administered and waking up in the recovery. For general anesthesia, someone may feel groggy and a little confused when waking up after surgery.
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A TOOTHY STORY pt. 3 Nina nods in approval, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before she turns back to the monitors. "Just a few more minutes," she assures, adjusting the gauze in his mouth. The doctor speaks up. "Let's get him into recovery. We'll keep an eye on him there." Two burly starfish, who must be orderlies, come in with a wheelchair. They gently lift Plankton's slack body, transferring him from the surgical chair to the wheelchair. Karen watches as they wrap a comfortable blanket around him, tucking it under his chin. His head lolls to the side, his drool-slicked mouth open as he snores softly. Karen follows, her hand in his. The recovery room is quiet, dimly lit to reduce any stimulation that could cause discomfort. Plankton's snores fill the space, echoing off the walls. The nurse, Nina, checks his vital signs and nods to Karen. "You can stay with him. Just keep talking to him, it'll help him wake up." Karen takes a seat next to his chair, holding his hand. "Plankton, wake up," she says gently, but there's no response. She tries again, a little louder. "Wake up, it's time to go home." The nurse, Nina, smiles as she lifts him up from the wheelchair. They move him to the recovery bed, the soft pillows cradling his head. His eye remain closed, and his breathing is still slow and steady. Karen sits beside him, her heart racing. "You did it," she whispers, "You're so strong." Nina, the nurse, checks his monitors. "Looks good," she says. "Just a bit longer, and he'll be ready to wake up." Karen nods, stroking his hand. She looks at Plankton's face, serene in sleep, and whispers, "Wake up, sweetheart. We're almost done here." Still no response. The nurse, Nina, checks his vitals one more time. "His body's just taking its time to metabolize the medication. Give him a moment." The room is quiet except for the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor and the occasional snore from Plankton. Karen watches his chest rise and fall, his antennae twitching slightly. She squeezes his hand, willing him to wake up. The nurse, Nina, notices Karen's anxiety. "It's okay," she says, "Sometimes the anesthesia can take a little longer to wear off. He'll be fine. Just keep talking to him." Karen nods and leans closer, her voice a gentle hum. "We're almost there, Plankton," she says, her eyes never leaving his still form. She can see his chest rising and falling. The drool has slowed, yet his mouth is still open slightly. The nurse, Nina, checks the clock. "It's been about twenty minutes. He should start to come around now." Karen nods with a mixture of relief and anticipation. "Wake up, Plankton," she whispers, squeezing his hand a little tighter. The beeping of the heart monitor remains a steady metronome in the background, a comforting reminder that he's okay. Plankton's snores start to become less pronounced. A faint groan escapes him as his body starts to shift. Karen leans closer, her voice a soft chant of encouragement. "Wake up, honey, wake up." The nurse, Nina, nods in approval. "Good, keep it up. It'll help him wake up gently." Karen's voice is a soothing whisper in the quiet room. "Plankton," she repeats, "You're almost there. Time to wake up." His snores taper off, and his body starts to twitch slightly. Karen's eyes light up, hope flickering like the fluorescent lights above them. The nurse, Nina, watches the monitors intently. "Good, his body's starting to respond." Karen nods, her heart racing as Plankton's snores grow quieter. His eyelids flutter, and for a moment, she thinks he might be waking up. But his body relaxes again, and the snores resume, though softer. "Plankton," she calls out, her voice a gentle caress in the stillness of the room. "Wake up, love," she whispers, her voice a sweet song of comfort. The nurse, Nina, checks the monitors again, her expression calm. "It's okay," she assures Karen, "Sometimes the body needs more time to come out of the anesthesia." Karen nods, stroking his hand. "Wake up, Plankton," she whispers, her voice filled with gentle urgency. "We're all done here. Time to go home." His chest continues to rise and fall, his antennae still and his snores soft and steady. "You've got this, Plankton," she whispers. "Wake up." The nurse, Nina, watches the monitors closely, her fins poised. "He's waking up," Nina murmurs. Karen's glued to Plankton's face. His eye finally opens, but glazed over, unfocused. She squeezes his hand. "Plankton?" He blinks slowly, his antennae twitching as if trying to shake off the cobwebs of sleep. His mouth moves, but only garbled sounds come out. "Mmph... wha...?" he mumbles, his tongue thick in his mouth. Karen smiles, her heart swelling with relief. "You're okay," she says, wiping his drool with a tissue. Plankton's eye slowly focus on her, confusion swirling in their depths. "Wheh?" he slurs, his voice thick and sluggish. Nina, the nurse, chuckles softly. "It's the medication," she explains. "He'll be a bit out of it." Karen laughs lightly, her relief palpable. "It's okay, sweetheart," she says, her voice like a warm blanket. "You're at the dentist. You had your wisdom teeth removed." Plankton blinks again, his eyes focusing on her. "W-what?" he asks, his voice still slurred. Nina, the nurse, nods. "It's normal. The anesthesia can make you groggy." Karen smiles, her voice soft as a lullaby. "You had your wisdom teeth removed. Do you remember?" Plankton blinks again, his eyes finally focusing on her face. "T-teeth?" he mumbles, his mind swimming in the fog of the anesthesia. His mouth feels full, the gauze pressing against his numb gums like a soggy cotton ball. "Yes, your wisdom teeth," Karen says, her voice still soothing. "They're all out." Plankton's eye widen, and he tries to sit up, but the nurse, Nina, gently pushes his shoulders back down. "Easy, Mr. Plankton," she says. Karen laughs softly, her hand on his shoulder. "You're still woozy from the anesthesia." Plankton tries to speak, but it's as if his tongue is too large for his mouth. "W-wis...what?" Karen laughs, the sound musical in the quiet recovery room. "They took your wisdom teeth out, Plankton. Remember?" He blinks, his eye finally focusing on her. "Teef?" he slurs, his voice like a tired child's. The nurse, Nina, chuckles again. "It's okay," she says.
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SHELF IMPROVEMENT i (Autistic author) "Plankton if you're gonna get the shelf remade, then just call a repair or buy a new one." Karen says. The shelf groaned, protesting under the weight. The shelf lurched, and with a crash, it tumbled down. Plankton's eye rolls back into his head as he crumpled to the floor. The room grew eerily quiet, except for the sound of Karen's gasp. "Plankton!" she exclaimed, rushing over to him. Panic washed over her, her heart beating like a drum in her chest. She knelt beside him, shaking his shoulder gently. "Plankton, can you hear me?" Her voice was high-pitched and shaky. His eye remained closed, his body unresponsive. Karen had to figure out what to do next. Her mind raced through scenarios, each more alarming than the last. What if he was hurt badly? What if this was her fault? The thought made her want to scream, to throw something, but she couldn't. Not with Plankton lying there, so still, so silent. She felt for a pulse. It was there. He was alive, thankfully. And still breathing. "Okay, okay," she murmured to herself, "just stay calm." She knew she needed to see if she could wake him up. Gently, she called his name, her voice soft and urgent. "Plankton, come on, wake up." She patted his cheek, not too hard, not too soft. Still, his eye remained closed, his body unmoving. The quiet was deafening. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling, "please wake up." But Plankton lay there, unmoving, like a discarded ragdoll. "Wake up!" she called out, but his body remained a lifeless weight beneath her fingertips. Her thoughts raced as she managed to lift Plankton's arm. It flopped back down like dead weight. "Come on," she mumbled, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. "You can't leave me like this." Her voice cracked, but she couldn't let despair consume her. She had to think. Carefully, she slid his arm over her shoulder, grunting with effort as she managed to get him into a sitting position. His head lolled back, but she held him firmly. "Let's get you to the couch," she says, setting him down on the sofa. "Don't leave me," she whispered, squeezing his hand. Her mind was a whirlwind of "what ifs" and regrets. What if she had insisted he leave the shelf alone? What if she had caught him? Tears slipped down her screen. "You're such a stubborn husband but I love you," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "You can't leave me like this," she whispered to his unresponsive form, her voice hoarse with emotion. "We've been through so much together. Remember when we first met?" Her thoughts drifted to their early days, the laughter, the bickering, the love.. She tried to chuckle, but it came out as a sob. Her voice grew softer, more desperate. "You have to come back to me, Plankton." Her eyes searched his face for any sign of life, any flicker of an eyelid, any twitch of his antennae that would indicate he heard her. But there was none. The silence in the room was a heavy blanket smothering her hope. Her hand tightened around his, willing him to squeeze back, to give her a sign. Suddenly, she heard a faint moan. "Plankton?" she gasped, her eyes widening. There it was again, a soft moan, and the tiniest movement of his mouth. "You're okay," she said, relief flooding her voice.
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SPOT AND THE JELLYFISH CIRCUS "Will it hurt?" Plankton asks. The dentist administer anesthesia. "There, might feel funny for a while you fall asleep." Plankton's mind started to wander conjuring random thoughts. "Karen, you think abou- opening a jellyfish circus?" he giggled, words slurred by anesthesia. Karen smiled. "Jellyfish juggling jellies and seahorse trapeze artists," he continued, eye twinkled with a child like wonder as he imagined. The dentist chuckled as he prepared. "I'm sure it'd be quite the show, Plankton," he said. "And hav- a sea cucumber clown car! They squish in and out, all fish laugh!" Plankton's giggles grew, speech slurring a jumble of words. "Oooh, look at the squid in the corner," he pointed with a wobbly hand. "It's playing the accordion with tentacles! It's so... squishy!" The anesthesia was working. "And the star of the show," Plankton announced dramatically, "would be a dolphin... riding a dolphin! They'd do flips and twirls and... and... and synchronized bubble blowing!" Karen'd never seen him like this before. "What's next?" Plankton's body grew limp, eye glazed over and his words became gentle, rhythmic mumble. "Oh, octopus tightrope walker," Plankton murmured, eyelid growing heavier. "Wearing a top hat... and... hat!" His voice faded to a soft chuckle. Karen kissed Plankton's forehead."I'm here." The nurse leaned closer, voice hushed. "It's almost time for the extraction," she said. "You'll be feeling sleepy." Plankton nods, eye half-closed as anesthesia tightened grip. The world grew fuzzier, distant, muffled by thick blanket of sedation enveloped. "Don't forget clownfish," he mumbled now barely coherent. "They'd juggle... jellyfish... jellyfish... jellyfish... jellyfish..." "Plankton, you're gonna start falling asleep," Plankton nodded, eye fully closed. "Jellyfish... juggling... so... beautiful." His voice was distant whisper. "Don't worry," Karen assured, her hand stroking his as his mind drifted further into the abyss of anesthesia. "And the... the... jellyfish... they're... Why's everyth-ing... so... slow?" Plankton's words trailed off in to gentle snore as his mind succumbed to the anesthesia's embrace. He stilled, breathing now deep and even. The nurse checked monitors, nodding in satisfaction. "He's out. Let's get started." Plankton's snores grew deeper. His chest rose and fell, dreamless sleep continued, uninterrupted, blissfully unaware of extraction, his mouth slightly open as gentle sounds of his snoring filled the room. The once-trembling now lay still against his chair. Whence surgery complete, the nurse dabbed Plankton's mouth with putting gauze the extraction sites. The anesthesia done its job, leaving him completely unaware of the procedure. The dentist sutured gum, swift and precise. "He'll be out for another twenty minutes or so," the dentist said, placing the last stitch with a gentle precision. "The anesthesia wear off gradually." Karen nodded, hand still in Plankton's. "Thank you, Doctor," she said. "He's going to be just fine," he assured her, smile warm comforting. "He'll be back to his usual self though you can expect him to still be under lingering influence of anesthesia, as he may act funny for today." Karen nodded, unable to resist press another gentle kiss to Plankton's forehead. "Thank you," she whispered. Karen took the opportunity. "Hey, Plankton," she called softly, her voice a gentle lilt. "Wake up, sweetie. It's all done." Plankton's antennae twitched slightly. "C'mon, Plankton," Karen cooed. "Time to wake. Spot is waiting for you back at the Chum Bucket." Plankton stirred, snores morphing. "Spot... jellyfish... circus... Amoeba puppy... circus...?" "That's right, first, you need to wake. Can you for me?" "Jellyfish... juggling... so... sleepy," he murmured. Karen watched closer. Plankton's snores grew quieter. "Jug...gling... jellyfish... Spot?" His voice was a faint rumble. His eye fluttered open, revealing a dazed look as he finally woke. "Wha... whath 'appen?" "Your wisdom teeth came out, Plankton," she said. "You been sleeping through. You had quite the dream coming out of it, it seems," she said, her voice filled with affectionate amusement. Plankton blinked, circus slowly fading from his mind. He looked around coming back. "Jellyfish... circus?" he mumbled, voice thick with remnants of anesthesia. Karen chuckled and squeezed his hand. "You were talking about it," she said with mirth. "It was quite the show." Plankton tried to sit up. "Easy now," she said. "Take it slow. You might feel woozy." With the doctor's nod, Karen helped Plankton up, arm supporting his wobbly frame. As they left, he leaned heavily on Karen as they made their way to the car. Once in the passenger seat, Plankton leaned back, eye fluttering. "Jellyfish circus..." he mumbled to himself, slurred and faint. Karen's pulling out of the parking lot. Plankton's eyelid grew heavier, the gentle sway of the car lulling him in and out of sleep. "Jellyfish... so... floaty," he mumbled. "And the... the sea cucumber car... it squished." "Still thinking about your circus, huh?" Karen said, glancing. Plankton's eye remained closed. "Mmhmm," he murmured. "The squid... playing... accordion... so... squishy. And starfish acrobats," he murmured, dreamy. "They'd spin... so fast... like... like... jellyfish... jellyfish..." His head lolled to the side, snoring interrupting the flow of his thoughts. "It's doing... it's doinโ€™ the waltz... underwater... waltz... with jellyfish... so... so graceful." His voice grew softer with each word until it was a mere murmur, and then silence fell, broken only by the gentle sounds of his occasional snore. Karen glanced over at him. "I think you've had enough circus for today," she said. Plankton's snores grew more frequent. Karen's smile grew as she drove. The sight of her husband's twitching and his mouth moving in sleep was a peculiarly endearing sight. As they pulled into the Chum Bucket's parking lot, Plankton stirred. Karen helped him out of the car, his legs wobbly and unsteady as they made their way into their home. Spot, the amoeba puppy, oozed his way over, his single-celled body moving with surprising grace. He wagged his tiny gelatinous tail, his simple eyes lighting up with joy. Plankton's slurred words grew clearer as he saw Spot. "Hey ther- buddy," he mumbled, hand reaching out to pat the blob-like creature. "Jellyfish circus. Can you juggle?" Spot stared up at him. He didn't have tentacles but that didn't stop Plankton's imaginative ramblings. "You'd be the besht juggling in the whole circus." He leaned down to tickle the amoeba's blob-like body. "Wouldn't you, boy?" Spot oozed closer, his gelatinous body quivering in response to the attention. He looked up at Plankton seemingly understanding. "Let's get you to bed," Karen said, guiding him with a firm but gentle touch, Plankton still not fully under his control. "Look, Karen, the... the... jellyfish are... are... dancing!" His laugh was soft, sleepy chuckle. She helped him, propping his head up. Spot hopped onto the bed and curled up next to him, a comforting presence. "Now you stay put, and let those teeth heal." Plankton nodded, his eye already drifting shut again. "Jellyfish... circus... so... so... restful," he mumbled. Karen pulled the blankets up and kissed him on the forehead. "Sleep tight, sweetie," she whispered. Eventually, Plankton blinked his eye open. His mouth felt thick and strange, gauze a foreign presence. He looked around, his gaze landing on Spot, under his arm. "Wha... whath... happen'd?" Karen looked up. "You're awake," she said. "How do you feel?" He reached up to feel his mouth. "Don't," Karen warned gently, placing her hand on his. "You're ok, Plankton. You had wisdom teeth removed." He nodded, the memory of the jellyfish circus faded. "Thath... that was... was... today?" Drool pools at the corner of Plankton's mouth as he blinked groggily, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Karen nods. "Yes, it was," she said, voice soothing. "You've been out for a while. Do you remember anything?" Plankton's eye squinted as he tried to recall. "No," he murmured. "It's all... blurry. I remember being in the dentist's chair." He shifted his weight moving awkwardly as the gauze in his mouth made speaking difficult. "What... what after that?" "You talked about a jellyfish circus." Plankton's eye widened slightly. "Jellyfish... circus? Absurd!" he murmured, trying to remember attempt to pull memories from depths of subconscious. "I... don't remember that." Karen chuckled, her voice a gentle reminder of his delirious ramblings. Plankton slumped in embarrassment. "I... I must've been out of my mind," he said, his voice still thick with the aftermath. "But it was also kind of sweet seeing you relaxed and happy." "I... I don't even know whewe that came from," he murmured. "Hope no one else heard," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the gauze. "Do you need anything?" Karen asked. "Just... rest," Plankton murmured, eye shut again. Karen stood up and went to the kitchen, her mind racing with the rare glimpse into the whimsical side of the usually cunning and scheming Plankton. She grabbed a bowl of chum and a spoon, making sure it was soft enough for him to eat. When she returned, Plankton was still, chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. She set the bowl down on the nightstand and took a seat next to the bed, never leaving his face. The room was quiet, save for his occasional snore. Karen sat by the bedside, watching Plankton sleep. "Jellyfish circus," she murmured to herself, a smile playing. "Who knew you had such imagination..."
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PLANKTON GOING TO THE DENTIST Ii/Ii Plankton's eye dart around the room, trying to focus, confusion growing as the words won't come out right. "Th-th-the...th-the...th-th-th-th..." He stammers, his mouth working overtime to form the words. Karen's laughter subsides into a comforting chuckle. "It's ok, Plankton." "Th-th-then...why...why do I tawking wike thith?" He asks, voice a wobbly mess, each word a struggle. "I...I'm a g-g-genius!" He stammers, trying to sound defiant despite his speech impediment. "I'n noth s-s-suppothed to tawl wike thish!" Karen giggles. "It's just anesthesia, Plankton," she says soothingly. "It'll wear off soon." Plankton's eye widen further. "B-but...I nee, needff to...to think...think...think!" He stammers. "You'll be fine, Plankton," she says. The dentist pats Plankton's shoulder. "You're quite the charmer even with a mouthful of gauze," he quips, and the assistant snickers. Plankton's cheeks redden, indignation clear even through haze of anesthesia. "I caan...caan...can't...I caan't th-th-think!" Plankton splutters. Karen tries to stifle her giggles, shaking with amusement. "It's anesthesia," she repeats, her voice a gentle wave washing over him. "You're ok, Plankton. You're ok." He takes a deep breath, willing his tongue to cooperate. "G-got...it-t," he says. "Alright, Mr. Plankton, let's get you sitting up," he says. He tries to stand, but his body feels like it's made of jelly, his legs wobbling beneath him. "Whoa!" He exclaims, speech slightly clearer but still slurred. "Thish isn't goog." Karen and the dental staff help him to his feet, the nurse holding on to him as he sways slightly. His eye still glazed over, but there's a hint of the sharpness that she knows so well starting to shine through. "Steady there," she says supporting him. "Let's get to the car." Plankton nods. "Yeah...the...the...ca--" he says. He takes a shaky step. "Just keep taking it slow," she advises, her voice a beacon in the fog of his mind. Karen's supporting him as they navigate the hallway. "Where...wher's...wher's the...the...th-the...?" Plankton's words trip over each other, traitor to his usual eloquence. "The car, sweetie," Karen says, her voice a lifeline in the fog of anesthesia. She leads him through the hallway acting as a gentle guide. The receptionist waves with a smile. "Moth...thath...moth," he stammers. She fastens his seatbelt for him. "D-don't laug-fh at me," he mumbles, eye half-lidded with the lingering effects of anesthesia. "I'm not laughing at you," Karen says. "I'm just happy you're ok." Plankton nods. He tries to say "thanks," but it comes out as "thathks." "You're welcome, Plankton. You're going to be fine." She starts the engine. "Bh-buth...whath abou- the...the...th-the...the...teethies?" Plankton slurs, words a tangled mess. Karen laughs. "Don't worry about the teeth Plankton. They're out. You're all healed up." Plankton nods, his eye glazed and his speech still slurred. "Thath's...tha's good," he manages to say. "But I...I can't t-talk wight," he mumbles, frustrated. "Don't worry, honey," Karen says, patting his hand. "You're just a bit loopy from anesthesia. It'll wear off." Plankton tries to argue, but all that comes out is a series of garbled sounds. "Th-the...th-th-th..." "Your mouth is just numb, Plankton," Karen says, driving. "The anesthesia makes it hard to talk." But Plankton can't help it; he keeps trying, his slurred words a jumble of consonants. "Th-th-that's not ithโ€™s," he protests, his voice bubbly. "I'm a g-g-gen-n-n...genius!" Karen giggles, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "You're a genius all right," she teases. Plankton's eye narrow in determination. "Th-that's not...noth fair!" He says, his tongue feeling like a thick sea slug. Karen can't help but laugh harder. "It's ok, Plankton," she says. "But I...I nee-f to...to...to th-th-think! I can't...can't th-think thish!" Karen's laughter bubbles up again and she squeezes his hand reassuringly. "You're ok, Plankton," she says, voice a warm current of comfort. "D-don't...d-don't leav-e me," he mumbles, his eye drooping. Karen glances over. "I'm right here, Plankton," she says. Plankton's head lolls to the side, and his snores become a soothing background to the hum of the boat's engine. His mouth hangs open, a stream of drool trailing down his chin, creating a small pool in the seat. Karen, noticing the gauze in his mouth has shifted, gently repositioned it, careful not to cause him any pain. He mumbles something incoherent, and she chuckles, shaking her head. "Rest my love," she murmurs. The drool continues to escape Plankton's mouth, creating a wet spot on the boat's upholstery, his slumbering form a stark contrast to the sharp scheming creature she's used to. She reaches over to gently dab at the drool, her movements careful not to disturb his sleep. As the boat docks at the Chum Bucket, Karen wonders how she'll manage to get him inside without him babbling incoherently and scaring off any passersby. But Plankton, in his anesthesia-induced haze, seems oblivious to the world around him, his snores the only sound. Karen helps him out of the boat, and she half-drags half-carries him through the door. They enter their living quarters and she gently lays him on their bed which feels like a vast ocean compared to his usual cramped lab space. She carefully takes out the gauze, watching his eye flutter open. "Where...where am I?" He mumbles. "You're home, Plankton," Karen says, her voice a soft wave of comfort. She wipes his chin clean with a warm, damp cloth. Plankton looks around, his eye finally focusing on the familiar sights of their home. "Home?" He slurs, his tongue thick and clumsy in his mouth. "B-but...I..." "Just rest, Plankton," Karen says, pushing him gently back down. "You've had a big day." Home never felt so welcoming, Plankton thinks, as he sinks into the embrace of the bed. Karen fluffs a pillow under his head, her movements tender. "Th-thank youw," he manages to say, his speech still thick. "You're welcome," Karen replies, her voice a gentle caress. "Now, you just rest. I'll be here." He closes his eye, letting the numbness of his mouth and the heaviness of his limbs take over. Karen sits beside him, moving in a soothing rhythm against his arm. "You're going to be fine," Karen whispers, stroking his cheek. "Just sleep it off and by tomorrow you'll be back to your usual scheming self." Plankton tries to smile but his mouth refuses to cooperate. The corners of his mouth twitch upwards in a half-hearted attempt and he mumbles "I wove youw thoo." The next day, Plankton wakes up. The numbness in his mouth has subsided leaving only a dull throb. He opens his eye to see Karen. "How do you feel?" She asks. Plankton's eye blinked open, the room spinning around him. Karen came into focus. "Mmph; wha's? Wh-when..." "Your wisdom teeth," she says, her voice a soothing tide. "They're gone Plankton. You don't have to worry about them anymore." "Wis-wis-wis...?" He stammers, his tongue tripping over the word "wisdom." "Yes, Plankton," Karen says with amusement. "You had your wisdom teeth removed yesterday." Plankton's eye widen, and he tries to sit up. "Y-yesterday?" He slurs. "But I...I caan't...can't remember.." Karen nods, her smile full of mirth. "You were pretty out of it," she says. He tries to push himself up, but the pain in his mouth sends a shockwave through. "Mph-ow!" He flops back down, his hands flying to his cheeks. "What do you mean?" Karen laughs. "You were pretty loopy," she says, holding him down gently. "The anesthesia had you talking like..." she pauses, searching for the right words. "Well, like you've never talked before." "I hope I...I didn't say anything..." he starts, his voice trailing off. "Oh, you said plenty," she teases. "But don't worry, it was just the anesthesia talking." "Wh-wh-what did I say?" Karen chuckles. "You were worried about your 'teethies'," she mimics his slurred speech from the day before. "And you kept insisting you needed to think, even when it was clear you couldn't even talk straight. But don't worry; you're just fine."
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PLANKTON GOING TO THE DENTIST i/Ii "You say you've tenderness in the back of..." "Aw!" Plankton interrupts, as the dentist examines his mouth. "I see your wisdom teeth haven't erupted yet, Mr. Plankton; luckily we can remove them today, if you've a ride home.." "My wife Karen's in the waiting room area, she drove me here." The surgery room is sterile and white, smelling faintly of disinfectant. Plankton's heart races as he sits in the chair, his tiny legs dangling over the edge. The large, looming figures of the dentist and the assistant hover around him, their faces obscured by masks and hats. They guide Karen to a small chair by the wall. "We're going to numb the area," the dentist explains in a soothing voice. "But since you're a bit nervous, we can also offer some to help you relax into sleep before so, not to mention teeth haven't even broke the surface of the gums yet." Plankton nods, gripping the arms of the chair. The dentist administers anesthesia. His grip relaxes. "Just breathe," the dentist instructs. "It'll be over before you know it." Plankton's eye grow heavier as the sedative takes hold. "It's time, Mr. Plankton," the dentist's voice echoes fading into the background like whispers in a distant tide. The chair reclines and he surrenders to dreamless sleep, eyelid shutting. Karen watches, clutching the chair's arm rest. She sees the mask of anesthesia descend over Plankton's face, his breaths slowing to a gentle sigh, matching the rhythm of the sea breeze outside. The assistant's gloved hands move with precision, placing a pillow securing him. Plankton's snores, a gentle rumble, give her some comfort, a sign that he's not in pain. The dentist inserts numbing agents into Plankton's gums. While Plankton remains oblivious to the world, Karen's watching. "Everything's going fine," he assures her. "You can hold his hand if you'd like." Plankton's sleeping mouth is a stark contrast to the towering world around him. Karen follows the steady movements of the dentist's hands, the syringe filled with anesthetic seemingly as large as a harpoon in the sea of Plankton's features. The assistant nods in approval, their expression hidden but the confidence in their stance reassuring. The surgical tools glint in the light reflecting the seriousness of the task at hand. Karen can see the reflection of her own tension in the chrome surfaces, but she forces a smile, trying to be brave for Plankton. It's a gentle gesture, a silent promise that she's there, that she's watching over him. The extraction begins. Karen flinches but Plankton doesn't stir. The dentist's movements are swift and precise, each action deliberate. Karen tries watching her husband's chest rise and fall with the steady rhythm of sleep. The assistant wipes some drool from Plankton's chin with a gentle cloth and Karen suppresses a smile, despite the bleeding. Her little Plankton, so fierce and cunning in his usual world, now so vulnerable. The assistant occasionally looks over to her, offering a reassuring nod as if to say, "Don't worry, he's doing great." The room falls into a quiet rhythm: the steady pulse of the ocean outside, the occasional murmur from the staff, and the soft hiss of the suction tool removing excess saliva. Plankton's snores become more peaceful, his body relaxing as the surgery progresses. Karen watches the blood ooze from the small sockets where the teeth used to be. The assistant quickly places gauze, pressing it down with firm yet gentle fingers, and the bleeding slows. The dentist nods, a job well done, and begins to stitch the wounds with a finesse that belies his size. The dentist starts to stitch up Plankton's gums, the needle moving in and out. The dentist steps back, wiping his hands clean. "Everything went perfectly," he says. "We're just going to keep him asleep for a little while longer, let him rest." Karen nods. The assistant starts to cleanup. Karen's glued to the gauze in Plankton's mouth, now soaked a deep red. She watches as the crimson stain spreads through the fabric, the evidence of his pain and endurance. The room feels hot, the pressure of her concern thickening the water around them. The dentist's assistant notices her distress and offers a kind smile. "He'll be ok," she whispers. Ignoring the instructions to remain silent, Karen leans in closer, reaching out to caress Plankton's cheek. "You're doing great, honey," she whispers, though she knows he can't hear. "You're so brave." She whispers to him again, her voice a soothing melody that fills the otherwise sterile space. "You're going to wake up soon, and it will all be over," Karen tells. The room seems to hold its breath. Karen can feel the gentle tug of Plankton's hand in hers, a silent response to her comforting words. She watches the slow rise and fall of his chest. "You won't remember this, Plankton," she whispers, "but I will. I'll remember how brave you are, even when you don't know it. You know how you always say size doesn't matter?" she says. "Well, I'm here to tell you that even when you're asleep and can't hear, you're still the biggest in my heart. You've got this, Plankton," she whispers. "You're going to wake up, and it'll all be over. And when you do, we'll go back to the Chum Bucket, and you can tell me all about your latest scheme. And I'll smile, and laugh, and pretend to be surprised, just like I always do." The dentist checks Plankton's vital signs and nods to the nurse, who starts to prepare him for waking. "The sedative will wear off soon," Karen tells him, voice low and soothing. "But for now, just rest, my love." She squeezes his hand gently. The assistant nods in agreement and begins to prepare the room for Plankton's recovery. Karen's watching as the sedatives keep him blissfully unaware of the world around him, his mouth slightly open and drooling in to the gauze and down his chin. The sight is both heartbreaking and comforting, a strange mix of vulnerability and strength. She finds herself lost in the rhythm of his breaths, the only sign of life in the otherwise quiet surgery room. The gauze in Plankton's mouth is only a hint of pink. The nurse enters with a gentle smile. "We're going to start bringing him around now," she says. Plankton's snores become less deep. "You did so well, Plankton," Karen says, stroking his forehead. "You're almost done." As the anesthesia begins to wear off, Plankton's eye flicker open but unfocused, lost in a world between sleep and wakefulness. "Hey Plankton," Karen says, her voice a warm embrace. "You're all done. You were so brave." "Mmf," he murmurs. "Whath's 'ppening?" The dentist chuckles lightly. "Just anesthetics wearing off, Mr. Plankton. Your mouth might be a bit numb." Plankton's eye widen, and he tries to speak again, but all that comes out is a series of unintelligible sounds. "Mmph...whath...whath's?" he stammers, voice muffled by the gauze. Karen laughs gently. "Your numb, sweetie," she explains with care. "You're slurring your words a bit." Plankton tries to speak again, his voice still a garbled mess. "Bh-but...my...my...moth," he mumbles. "You're just a bit sleepy," Karen giggles, reaching to gently wipe the drool from his chin. The sight of her husband, normally so sharp and scheming, now reduced to a blubbering mess.
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แดทสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แดฎโฑสณแต—สฐแตˆแตƒสธ แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ @alyjaci "แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโธด แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแตƒแตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต แตƒแต— สทแต’สณแต หกแตƒแต—แต‰ หขแต’ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰ แต‡โฑสณแต—สฐแตˆแตƒสธ แต–แตƒสณแต—สธ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰โฑสณ แต‡แต’หขหขโ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต—โธด แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰หข แตแต’แต— แต—แต’ สทแต’สณแตโ€ง "แดต'หกหก แต˜หขแต‰ แตสธ แตƒสณแต—โฑหขแต—โฑแถœ หขแตโฑหกหกหข แต—แต’ แตˆแต‰แถœแต’สณแตƒแต—แต‰ สทสฐโฑหกหขแต— สธแต’แต˜ แถ โฑแตแต˜สณแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แต‰หฃแต— แต–แต‰แตƒสณหก แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ หขสฐแต‰'หข แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’โฟแต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— แดต'หกหก สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆแต‰หกโฑแต›แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰หข แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกหกสธ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแต‰โฟแต— สฐแต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰หฃแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แต‰แตˆแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ หขแต’แตแต‰ แต’แถ  แถ แตƒแตโฑหกสธ สณแต‰หกแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟหข แต’แถ  แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตƒโฟ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰โ€ง "แต‚สฐแต’ แต‰หกหขแต‰ แตแตƒสธ แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰แตˆ?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ แดต แต‡สณโฑโฟแต แตสธ แต–แต‰แต— แดณแตƒสณสธ?" "แดบแต’ แตƒโฟโฑแตแตƒหกหข แตƒหกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆโธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดธแตƒสณสณสธ แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต‡หขแต—แต‰สณ?" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แถœแตƒสณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข โฟแตƒแต›สธ แต‡แต˜แตˆแตˆโฑแต‰หข?" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โธด สทสฐสธ โฟแต’แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดผสฐโธด แดนหขโ€ง แดพแต˜แถ แถ โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต˜สณสณสธ โฑแต— แต˜แต–!" แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ แตˆแต‰หกโฑแต›แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰หข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต—แตƒแต˜สณแตƒโฟแต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แดฌ สฐแต˜แตโ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— โฑโฟ แต–แต˜แต‡หกโฑแถœ!" "แดฟโฑแตสฐแต—; หขแต’สณสณสธโธด หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทโฑโฟแต แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แต‡โฑสณแต—สฐแตˆแตƒสธโธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทแตƒหข โฑโฟ แถ แต’สณ แตƒ หขแต˜สณแต–สณโฑหขแต‰ แตƒหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพแตƒแต—สณโฑแถœแต สฒแต˜แตแต–แต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โธด แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต แตƒ แตˆแตƒโฟแถœแต‰ สณแต’แต˜แต—โฑโฟแต‰! แต€สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณโฑแต’สณ สทแตƒหข แตแต’หกแตˆแต‰โฟ โฑโฟ แถœแต’หกแต’แต˜สณโธด แตแต’โฟแต‰สธ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง "แดต หกแต’แต›แต‰ โฑแต—; แต—สฐแตƒโฟแตหข! แ”†แตƒสธโธด แตˆโฑแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สทสฐแต’หกแต‰ แถœโฑแต—สธ?" "แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แต—แต’ แตแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โบ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตแต‰แต— แตƒโฟ โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ แตแตƒโฟแต สฐแตƒหข แต–สณแต’แต›โฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แต‡โฑสณแต—สฐแตˆแตƒสธ แต‰แต›แต‰สณ! by @alyjaci
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แดฐแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต— แดฌแต–แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แตแต‰โฟแต— โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ Part 2 แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณแตˆแตƒสธ'หข แต’สณแตƒหก หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต’สท สทแต’แตแต‰ โฑโฟ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต’สณแต‰ แตƒแถœสฐแต‰หขโธด โฟแต’ แต—สณแตƒแถœแต‰หข แต’แถ  หขแต‰แตˆแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€ง แดดโฑหข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต‰แต‰หข สฐโฑแต สทแตƒแตแต‰ โฟแต’สทโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สธโธด แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขโฑแต—?" แดฎแต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข แต˜โฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แต˜แต–โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต‡แตƒแตˆ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง 'แดนสธ แถ แตƒแถœแต‰โธด สทแตƒโฑแต— แตสธ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต— แตƒแต–แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แตแต‰โฟแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แตแต’สณแต‰ แต–แตƒโฑโฟ โฟแต’สทโ€ง "แดฐแต’แต‰หข โฑแต— สฐแต˜สณแต— แต—แต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต? แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰ โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสธหขโธด สณแต‰แต—สณโฑแต‰แต›โฑโฟแต หขแตƒโฑแตˆ โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง 'แดต แถ แต‰แต‰หก หกโฑแตแต‰ แดต สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆโฑแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแต‰แต— แตสธ สทโฑหขแตˆแต’แตโ€งโ€งโ€ง' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตหขโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต—สณแตƒโฑหกหข แต’แถ แถ  แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— แถœแต’แต’หก หขแต‰โฟหขแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ แถ สณแต’แต หกแตƒหขแต— โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แต’หกแตˆ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ แตˆสณโฑแต–หข สณแต‰แตˆ แตˆสณแต’แต–หข แต’โฟ แตƒ แต—แต’สทแต‰หก แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต’แต‰หขโฟ'แต— สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต‰แต—หข สฐโฑแต แตƒ โฟแต‰สท แต’โฟแต‰โ€ง "แดดแต’สท แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฑแถœแต‰ แถœสณแต‰แตƒแต แต’สณ แตƒ แตˆสณโฑโฟแต แต’แถ  สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณ? แดผสณ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ? แดบแต’?" "แดต สฐโปโปโปสฐแต˜สณแต—โฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทโฑโฟแถœแต‰แตˆโธด สทแต’สณหขแต‰โฟโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต–แตƒโฑโฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แถ แต‰สณสณแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแตแต–สฐหกแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰สธ แตแตƒแต›แต‰โ€ง "แดตแต—'หข โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหก แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแตแต–สฐหกแต‰แต— หขแตƒสธหขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หขโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑแถœแต‰ หขแต’แต’แต—สฐแต‰หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœสณโฑแต‰หข แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต˜สณโฟหข แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰หข สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแตหข แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทโฑหขสฐแต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แต‡สธ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’สทโ€ง "แดดแต˜แตแตหกแต‰โ€ง" 'แดดแต˜แตแตหกสธ?' "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'แตˆ สฐแต˜แตแตหกแต‰โ€ง" แ”†สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แต—หข แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แตแตƒโฟแต’แต‰แต˜แต›สณแต‰ สฐแต‰สณ แตƒสณแต สฐแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแต‰'หข แถœแต’แตแถ แต’สณแต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต›แต‰แตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แต—สฐแต˜แตแต‡ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต’สณแต—สฐ แต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต’แต’แต—สฐแต‰ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ โฑโฟหขแต—แตƒโฟแต—หกสธ หขแตƒสท สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต‰แต‰หก หขแต’แตแต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— แต‡แต‰แต—แต—แต‰สณ โฟแต’สทโธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแต แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดธแต‰แตƒโฟโฑโฟแต แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ สฐโฑหข แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ หขแต’ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต’หขแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ  โฑแต—โ€ง 'แดบแต’แต— แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟสธ แตแต’สณแต‰ แดต หขแต‰แต‰' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆโธด หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ โฟแต’ หกแต’โฟแตแต‰สณ แต‡หกแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แตแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด โฟแต’แต— แตˆแตƒสณโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰โ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰โฟ หขสฐแต‰ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ โฑแถœแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตโฑโฟโฟโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แตแต‰หกแต—โฑโฟแต หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ แต–แต˜แต— โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ สณแต‰แต‰แถปแต‰สณโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰โธด แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หกหกสธ แตแต‰โฟแต—หกแต‰ หขแต’ แตƒหข โฟแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตˆโฑหขแต—แต˜สณแต‡ โฟแต’สณ สฐแต˜สณแต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แต‡สณแต’สท โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แถ แต˜สณสณแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœแต’โฟแต—โฑโฟแต˜แต‰หข หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต แตƒหข โฑแถ  หขสฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดบแต’แต— แตโฑโฟแตˆโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒแถœแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต‰โฟสฒแต’สธแต‰แตˆ หกโฑหขแต—แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒสธ สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰แตˆโธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขแต’ แตหกแตƒแตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง end finale
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Plankton: What do we got here? Oh, goody. Holographic meatloaf again! When am I gonna get some real food? Mr. Krabs gets to eat real food. Just look at his daughter, she's a big as a whale. I wish I could be successful like Mr. Krabs. I wish I could somehow just switch lives with him. Just to know what it's like. Karen: Then why don't you just use that "Switch-Lives-Just-To-Know-What-It's-Like-O-Mogrifier" thing you built last Tuesday? Plankton: What a brilliant idea! Your parents must have been like, part computer or something. (Plankton sits down in front of the Switch-Lives-Just-To-Know-What-It's-Like-O-Mogrifier.) Plankton: Now, let's see. (A picture of a dolphin shows up on the Switch-Lives-Just-To-Know-What-It's-Like-O-Mogrifier.) Plankton: No... no... (Finally, a picture of a krab shows up.) Plankton: Ahah! (Plankton buckles up.) Plankton: Well, I hate to leave you Karen, but you know what they say... a rolling ston gathers no algae! (Plankton goes through a hole of space and time.) Plankton: Ahhhhhhhhh! (Plankton stops to get a drink of soda, then starts screaming again. Later, Plankton wakes up at Mr. Krabs' desk.) Plankton: Ugh... dear Neptune above, what happened last night? Huh, what's this? (Plankton picks up a name plate reading Mr. Plankton.) Plankton: Mister Plankton? (Plankton picks up a picture of Pearl.) Plankton: Who the Davey? (Plankton looks out the office windows and sees people eating Krabby Patties.) Plankton: I'm in the Krusty Krab... which mean the life switcher was a success! The Krusty Krab is mine! SpongeBob: Order up! Two deluxe Krabby Patties. (Plankton's eye turns into a Krabby Patty.) Plankton: At last! (SpongeBob delivers food to customer.) SpongeBob: There you are sir. Two deluxe... (Plankton appears at the table.) SpongeBob: Ahoy there, Mr. Plankton. (Plankton runs back to his office.) Plankton: All mine, it's finnaly all mine! The patties, the wealth, the notoriety! (Plankton sees SpongeBob in his office.) Plankton: SpongeBob, what do you want? SpongeBob: Well, it's just that it's Tuesday again, sir, and I was wondering if I could have my, ummm... weekly performance review! Plankton: Review? SpongeBob: Oh yes, please sir! Plankton: Eh, you're doing fine. Now leave me to my work. SpongeBob: But sir! Plankton: I thought I sent you away, Cretin. SpongeBob: But sir, there must be something I need to improve on. Anything! Plankton: All right, the sauce. I dunno, you're using too much sauce, okay? Review's over. (SpongeBob's face changes.) SpongeBob: Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh... Plankton: What's the matter with you? All I said was "A little too much sauce." It's no big deal, really. SpongeBob: Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh... Plankton: What do you want from me, a promotion? (SpongeBob's face changes back to normal.) SpongeBob: A pro- a promo- a promotion?! Plankton: Uh, sure kid, you're uh... you're on register now. SpongeBob: Register! (SpongeBob leaves. Plankton gets back to the Krabby Patties.) Plankton: Glad that's over. (Squidward's standing at the cash register reading a book, when he realizes that SpongeBob is standing right next to him.) Squidward: SpongeBob, remember that little talk we had about 'personal space'? SpongeBob: It's okay, Squidward. I'm official, look! (SpongeBob points out his badge that says Co-Cashier.) Squidward: Co-Cashier? (Plankton is sitting at a table with the two Krabby Patties.) (Squidward storm in to Mr. Plankton's office.) Squidward: You can't do this to me! If you think I'm going to stand out there all day listening to "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah..." then you must have coral wedged in your frontal lobe! Plankton: So what do you want me to do about it? (Now SpongeBob appears at the table, next to Plankton.) SpongeBob: I tried Mr. Plankton, I really did. Plankton: What now? SpongeBob: A customer ordered a medium drink, and I gave him a large! I gave him a large! I've soiled the good Krusty Krab name! Soiled it! Soiled it! Soiled it! Soiled it! Soiled it! Soiled it! Soiled it! Soiled it! Soiled it! Plankton: I command you to stop that. Stop that and return to your post! (Plankton pushes his hand is SpongeBob's chest, in hopes that he'll stop.) Plankton: Where's the off button on this thing? (Something red flashed by.) Plankton: What was that? SpongeBob: Man your stations! Red alert! Red alert! Take cover! (All the customers scream, and run to take cover.) Plankton: Take cover from what?! (SpongeBob's up in the crow's nest searching for him.) SpongeBob: He's around here somewhere. (SpongeBob sees the red flash by once again.) SpongeBob: There he goes! Plankton: What? Who? Where? Somebody tell me. Other Fish: Some say he crawled out from the lowest trench in the ocean. Pearl:And he's the saltiest of all the sea dogs. SpongeBob: He's the most hated creature in Bikini Bottom. (It was Mr. Krabs but without his clothes) Mr. Krabs: And he's finally got a Krabby Patty! Ar, ar, ar, har! Plankton: Krabs? What the barnacle is going on here? SpongeBob: It's your arch competitor, Krabs. His goal in life is to steal a Krabby Patty and ruin our restaurant. Plankton: That's terrible! Plankton: Ahhhhhhhhh! (Plankton goes back.) Plankton: It's not worth it, it's just not worth it! Goodbye everyone, I'll remember you all in therapy.
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Sedation. It's medicine that helps the person relax or fall asleep. It may be used with other medicine to reduce pain. If youโ€™re being sedated, the staff will monitor your vital signs while youโ€™re under anesthesia. You may also be given nitrous oxide that you inhale through a mask. That will help you relax but wonโ€™t necessarily put you to sleep. Next, you might be given a sedative intravenously, which will put you into a sleeplike state. They can also inject local anesthesia to numb the areas. With IV sedation, your care team gives you sedation medication intravenously (through an IV). You will be very relaxed and unaware of the procedure and unable to remember it. Your vital signs will be monitored during IV sedation. You will be sleepy for a significant portion of the day. General anesthesia brings on a sleep-like state with the use of a combination of medicines. The medicines, known as anesthetics, are given before and during surgery or other medical procedures. General anesthesia usually uses a combination of intravenous medicines and inhaled gasses. Once surgery is done and anesthesia medications are stopped, youโ€™ll slowly wake up in the operating room or recovery room. Youโ€™ll probably feel groggy and a bit confused. General anesthesia. It affects the entire body and makes the person unconscious. The person is completely unaware of what is going on and does not feel pain from the surgery or procedure. General anesthesia is essentially a medically induced coma. Your doctor administers medication to make you unconsciousness so that you wonโ€™t move or feel any paฤฑn during the operation. You'll start feeling lightheaded, before becoming unconscious within a minute or so. You'll feel as though you're asleep. But general anesthesia does more than put you to sleep. You don't feel pain when you're under general anesthesia. This is because your brain doesn't respond to signals or reflexes. Someone from the anesthesia care team monitors you while you sleep. You'll slowly wake either in the operating room or the recovery room. You'll probably feel groggy and a little confused when you first awaken. When first waking from anesthesia, you may feel confused, drowsy, and foggy. You may feel dizzy when you first stand up. Some people may become confused, disoriented, or have trouble remembering things after surgery. This disorientation can come and go, but it usually goes away after about a week. General anesthesia is generally a combination of intravenous (IV) medications and gases that are used to put you in a deep sleep. You are unaware of the procedure and will not feel anything. Your vital signs will be monitored during general anesthesia.
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AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY i (Autistic author) Karen's husband, Plankton, was arguing with Mr. Krabs as usual. They've had their fair share of disputes over the years, but this one seemed to be escalating fast. Without warning, Mr. Krabs swung the stove from his kitchen with all his might. It connected with a sickening thud against Plankton's head. Karen gasped as her husband crumpled to the ground. Plankton's eye had rolled back and closed, his body going still as Mr. Krabs left back. Karen knelt beside Plankton and gently tapped his cheek. "Wake up," she murmured, voice trembling. No response. She tried again, her voice a little louder. "Honey, can you hear me?" Plankton's eye remained closed, his antennae limp. Panic began to creep in. Her mind raced with possibilities, each more frightening than the last. What if his tiny brain had been damaged? What if he was in a coma? What if he never woke up? She cradled his minuscule form. The room grew silent as the gravity of the situation sank in, willing Plankton to stir. A tear trickled down her screen. Karen felt for a pulse. It was there, faint but steady. She let out a sigh of relief and picked his tiny body up, cradling him carefully. "I've got to get him to a doctor," she thought. She held Plankton's hand as they performed a brain scan. Karen sat by her husband's side as the machines around Plankton beeped and whirred. The sterile smell of the hospital filled, and the cold white walls seemed to press in around them. Plankton's lying still on the hospital bed. A thick bandage was wrapped around his head, and various tubes connected him to monitors that displayed a symphony of lines and numbers, none of which meant anything to her. She squeezed his hand gently, willing him to wake up. The doctor walked into the room, his lab coat fluttering slightly as he moved. He held a clipboard carefully in his tentacles, studying the information with a furrowed brow. "Mrs. Plankton," he began, his voice soft, "We've finished scans. The good news is that it's not life- threatening. However, we've noticed some sustained atypical brain activity." Karen's eyes widened. "What does that mean?" she asked, her grip on Plankton's hand tightening. The doctor sighed, his expression sympathetic. "Autism. His behavior may change. He might become more focused on his routines, have difficulty with social interactions, and exhibit sensory sensitivity. It's permanent, and no cure. We expect him to wake up soon. We'll ask him some questions to assess and then you can take him home." Karen felt her heart drop. She knew about autism, had read about it in magazines, but never thought it would affect her own family. The doctor left the room, and she was alone with her thoughts, watching Plankton's chest rise and fall as they remove the bandage. The hours ticked by in agonizing slowness as she sat there, praying for him to wake up. The only sounds were the rhythmic beeping of the monitors and the occasional muffled conversations from the hallway. Finally, Plankton's eyelid fluttered. He groaned softly, and his hand twitched in hers. Karen leaned in, hope surging through her. "Plankton?" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she smiled through her tears. "I'm here," she said, voice shaky. "You're in the hospital, but you're ok." Plankton's eye opened, squinting in the bright lights. He looked around the room, confusion etched on his tiny face. Slowly, his gaze landed on Karen. "What happened?" he croaked, his voice weak. "Mr. Krabs hit you with a stove," Karen explained, her voice a mix of relief and sadness. "They diagnosed you with acquired Autism." The doctor approached with a gentle nod. "Plankton, can you tell me your name?" he asked, ready to jot down notes. Plankton's eye searched the room, finally settling on Karen. "Sheldon Jay Plankton." Karen's grip on his hand tightened offering silent encouragement. The doctor nodded and proceeded with questions. "Tell me when you're born?" "July 31, 1999 10:16.08 am ET!" Karen felt a twinge of pride at her husband's precise answer. The doctor nodded, scribbling something on his clipboard. "Tell me more about yourself.." "More about yourself." Plankton echoed. The doctor's offering a gentle smile. "Echolalia. It's a trait that's common in individuals with autism. It can help him process information. Well Plankton has no need for therapy, yet you may want to adjust your daily lives to accommodate. You're free to go!" The drive back to the Chum Bucket was silent, the weight of the diagnosis pressing down on Karen's shoulders. He was quiet too, his eye fixed on the passing scenery. He didn't seem to notice the difference in himself, but Karen knew their lives were changed. Once home, Karen helped Plankton into his favorite chair, surrounded by his inventions and gadgets. The room was a mess, but it was his sanctuary, and she didn't want to disturb it. He seemed more at ease, his eye flicking from one object to another with a sense of familiarity. Would Plankton be the same? Would he still laugh at her jokes, or get angry at the Krabby Patty secret formula? Plankton remained silent, his gaze still locked on his surroundings. Karen felt a pang of worry. Would his obsessive nature become more pronounced? "It's getting late, Plankton." Karen's voice was soft as she guided him to their bedroom. He followed without protest, his movements mechanical. She helped him into bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin with a gentle tuck. Plankton lay there, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts a swirl of confusion. "Do you need anything?" she asked, her voice a gentle hum in the quiet room. "Stay, Karen stay." He says. Karen nodded, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Of course, I'll stay," she assured him, trying to keep her voice steady. She took his hand again, feeling the warmth of his palm against hers. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew she'd be by his side. As Plankton's breathing evened out into the rhythm of sleep, Karen sat there, watching him. She noticed how his grip on her hand had loosened, but didn't dare move. The next day, Karen woke before Plankton did. She hovered over him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. How was she going to wake him up without startling him? She knew that sudden noises could be overwhelming for him now. Karen took a different approach. She stroked his arm with a feather-light touch. His eye brow flinched. Next, she tried speaking his name, starting with a whisper and gradually getting louder. "Plankton," she called, "It's time to wake up." His eyelid twitched, and he blinked his eye open. He looked around. "Karen?" he asked. She nodded with a smile. "Good morning, honey," she said softly. "How are you feeling?" Plankton sat up slowly, his antennae twitching as he took in his surroundings. "Different," he murmured, rubbing his temple. "We're home, Plankton. Remember what happened?" He nodded, his eye glazed over for a moment. "Krabs. The stove." "Yes, but you're ok now," Karen reassured, stroking his cheek with her finger. Plankton nodded again, his antennae twitching nervously. Karen noticed that his movements were more deliberate, his gaze more intense. She decided to keep things simple to avoid overwhelming him with too much information at once. "Let's get breakfast," she suggested. Plankton followed her into the kitchen, his steps slower than usual. The clanking of pans and the sizzle of oil had always been a familiar symphony in their home, but today it felt alien, like a disturbance to his newly heightened senses. Karen moved around the kitchen with precision, keeping the noises to a minimum. As she prepared their meal, Plankton stood by the counter, his gaze fixed. "Breakfast is ready," she said, sliding a plate of chum flapjacks in front of him. The smell usually brought him joy, but today it was overwhelming. Plankton took a step back. Karen's smile faltered, realizing she would have to adjust their meals. "Would you like something else?" she asked, her voice a soothing melody. Plankton nodded, his gaze not leaving the plate. "Different," he whispered. Karen knew she had to find foods that wouldn't overstimulate. She placed the flapjacks aside and found a jar of pureed peas and plain yogurt. She hoped the blandness would be more soothing. Plankton's antennae twitched as he came closer. He stared at the bowl intently, then took a tentative spoonful. The texture was soothing, and the color was calming. He ate slowly, each bite measured and deliberate. Karen watched him with love and concern. She wanted to ask if he liked it, but she knew better than to interrupt his focus. Once Plankton had finished, he looked up at her with a hint of a smile. "Good," he said. It was the closest thing to praise she had heard from him since the incident. Karen cleared the table, her mind racing with questions about what the future held. How would Plankton's new autism affect their daily lives? "Now what would you like to do, Plankton?" She asks. He looks at her. "Read." The old spark seems to flicker back to life, albeit with a different intensity. Karen nods, leading him back to his lab. The room is a mess of wires and gadgets, but Plankton moves through it with purpose. He selects a book from the shelf, a manual on quantum physics that had been collecting dust. His gaze flits over the pages, absorbing the information with fervor. Karen watches him from a distance. This was her Plankton, but also new. His obsession with the Krabby Patty formula had always been intense, but now his focus was lasered in on the book, his mind racing through equations and theories. The room was silent except for the soft rustle of pages turning. Plankton didn't look up from his book, lost in a world of science and theories. Karen knew she had to let him be, to find his new normal.
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"Honey, did you take out the trash?" Karen called out to the living room. The only reply was the distant sound of the TV playing a sitcom laugh track. She sighed. Going into the living room, Karen found her husband, Plankton, sprawled out on the couch, snoring lightly. The TV's blue light flickered over his face. She looked around the room, the piles of laundry, the dusty bookshelves, and the half-eaten sandwich on the coffee table. It was a mess, but she knew better than to wake him. Plankton had been working long hours at the chum factory lately, trying to make ends meet. His snoring grew louder, and she felt a wave of affection mixed with concern. Gently, she covered his legs with a blanket and bent to kiss his forehead. He stirred slightly but didn't wake up. In the kitchen, Karen grabbed a cup of coffee, the warmth and aroma grounding her for the evening ahead. The fridge hummed a low lullaby, reminding her of the chores left to do. The sink was full of dirty dishes, remnants of dinner. A pot with half-eaten chum congealed on the stovetop. Karen rolled up her sleeves, determined to tackle the chaos. She knew Plankton was exhausted from work. The clanking of pots and pans echoed through the tiny kitchen as she washed and sorted, her mind racing with thoughts of their future. A knock at the door startled her. She dried her hands on a towel, leaving wet spots like tears on the fabric. It was Hanna, her best friend since high school. Karen had not seen Hanna in weeks, and the sight of her brought a smile. Hanna was a burst of energy. "Hi, Karen! How's it going?" Hanna's voice was a mix of sweetness and the sharpness of someone who had seen too much of the world. She scanned the room, taking in the clutter, the stale smell of overworked air, and Plankton's snoring. "Hey, Hanna," Karen managed, her voice soft to not disturb his sleep. "It's been a bit hectic, but we're making do." Hanna stepped in, eyeing the mess sympathetically. "Looks like you could use a hand," she said, already grabbing a dish towel. Karen's smile grew. "You read my mind. Thanks." Hanna tossed the towel over her shoulder, ready to jump into the fray. "You know me," she said with a wink. "I've never been one to shy away from a mess." The two of them worked side by side, the rhythm of their movements harmonizing as they cleared the kitchen. Karen felt the tension in her shoulders begin to ease as Hanna filled the room with stories of her latest adventures, a welcome distraction from the monotony of chores. As the last plate was put away, the fridge closed with a satisfying click, Karen leaned against the counter. Hanna looked at her. "You've been carrying a lot, haven't you?" she asked, her voice gentle. Karen nodded, her eyes welling up. "It's just that with Plankton's job, and the bills..." Hanna pulled her into a tight hug. "I know, sweetie. You're doing the best you can." They sat down in the living room, the clean kitchen a testament to their friendship's strength. Hanna's screen searched Karen's for a sign of the spark that used to be there. "I can't remember the last time we went out together," Hanna said. "You two deserve a break." Karen's screen lit up at the suggestion, but quickly dimmed. "We can't afford it," she said, sighing. "Not with the overtime Plankton's been doing." Hanna leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, I might have a little surprise for you," she said. Karen looked up, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" Hanna pulled out a small envelope from her pocket and handed it to her friend. "A gift," she said with a sly smile. "A check from my winning lottery ticket." Karen's eyes widened as she opened the envelope. "Hanna, no!" she protested. "You can't just give us your winnings!" Hanna's smile didn't waver. "I can, and I want to. You've been there for me through everything. It's about time I returned the favor. Besides," she said with a wink, "what's a little chum between friends?" Karen's hands trembled as she read the check. It was more than enough to cover their rent and bills for several months. Tears slipped down her cheeks, and she hugged Hanna tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. The weight of financial stress lifted slightly from her shoulders, replaced by a warmth that spread through her chest. For a moment, the world didn't seem so overwhelming. Hanna pulled back, her own eyes shining with unshed tears. "Now, don't spend it all in one place," she teased. Karen laughed, the sound small but genuine. "I won't," she promised, the check clutched in her hand. "We'll use it wisely." The two of them sat quietly for a while, enjoying the rare moment of peace. The TV had switched to the news, and the low murmur of the anchor's voice filled the room. Plankton's snoring had become a comforting white noise. Hanna looked at Plankton, her expression thoughtful. "You know, I've always admired the way you take care of him," she said. "It can't be easy." Karen nodded, her thumb tracing the edges of the check. "It's not," she admitted. "But he's my Plankton. I love him, even when he's exhausting." Her gaze drifted to the sleeping form of her husband. Plankton's snores grew more even, his face finally relaxed. The lines of stress that usually pinched his features had smoothed out in sleep. Karen knew that Plankton had always dreamed of more than his life at the chum factory could offer. He was a man of ambition, his spirit too large for the cramped quarters they called home. Her thoughts turned to the gift from Hanna. The check represented more than just money; it was a beacon of hope that maybe, just maybe, they could finally start working towards those dreams.
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CONSOLE TONSIL i The anesthesiologist came in. Plankton looked at Karen for assurance. She managed a smile and a nod. "I'll be here," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I won't leave your side." Plankton nodded, his eye never leaving hers as the anesthesiologist began to prepare the equipment. The anesthetic took hold as Plankton's mouth was propped open. His eye grew heavy, his eyelid drooped. "It's ok," she whispered, stroking his arm. "You're doing great." The room grew quiet, save for the rhythmic beeping of the monitors. Plankton's breathing grew more regular, and the tension in his hand slowly released. "Just rest going to sleep now," she whispered. "I'm right here." His head lolled to the side and his grip on her hand went slack, and he was asleep as his eye went back in is socket, eyelid closing. She leaned over and kissed his forehead, whispering, "I love you." After surgery, Plankton's snore brought a smile to Karen's face, his mouth hung slightly open. Karen leaned closer, stroking Plankton's arm with her thumb. "Hey, Plankton," she murmured. "You made it through. You're going to be fine now." His snores grew quieter. "Remember the ice cream I promised you?" To her surprise, snores morphed into muffled words. "Ice...cream...Karen...love." "It's called somniloquism. Sometimes patients talk in their sleep as they're coming out of anesthesia. It's normal to mumble a bit after surgery, and it's also a sign they're coming around." Says the nurse. Karen nodded, feeling a mix of relief and amusement. She leaned closer, her hand wrapping around his. "You can have all the ice cream you want when you wake up," she said, her voice filled with warmth. The nurse checked his vitals, nodded in approval, and gave Karen a thumbs-up. "He's going to be ok," she said with a reassuring smile. "The surgery went well, and he's responding nicely to the anesthesia." Plankton's snores grew more regular, and his hand began to twitch slightly in her grasp. "You're ok. The surgery went well." Karen says. It was as if he was trying to respond, to squeeze her hand in agreement. "You're going to wake up, and we're going to get you the biggest ice cream sundae you've ever seen." Plankton's eyebrow began to twitch, and she leaned in closer. โ€œThatโ€™s it..โ€ He opens his eye. โ€œKaren..โ€ The nurse had assured her that his brain was just trying to make sense of the world as it woke up from the deep slumber of anesthesia. โ€œYouโ€™re finished with tonsillectomy!โ€ His speech was slurred and nonsensical. "Blabber...wha...wha...waffle?" Karen couldn't help but chuckle. The nurse stifled a laugh. "It's common for patients to have a bit of confusion post-op. It'll wear off soon. The nonsense talk is just his brain trying to piece things together." "Do you remember what happened?" Karen asked gently. Plankton's expression grew thoughtful for a moment, then he nodded. "Owies," he said, pointing to his throat. As the moments passed, Plankton's questions grew more frequent, each one a little slice of wonder. "Why is the floor so shiny?" "What makes the lights go?" "Can I have more ice cream?" Karen answered each one with patience and love, enjoying the simplicity of his curiosity. They arrived home, the ride a blur of instructions from the hospital and Plankton's sleepy nap. She helped him into bed, propping his pillows just right and placing a glass of water on the nightstand. The house was quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling hospital. The only sound was the occasional tick of the clock in the hallway. Karen settled into the chair beside his bed, ready to keep her vigil. Plankton's eye fluttered open and then closed. "Need...sleep," he murmured. "You go ahead," she said, her voice gentle. "I'll be here when you wake up." The room grew still again as Plankton's eye finally closed for good. Karen took his hand in hers once more, feeling the comforting weight of his head on her shoulder. The doorbell rang, a sudden and jarring intrusion into the quiet sanctuary they had created. Karen looked over at Plankton, whose sleep remained undisturbed. She leans him back on pillow and kissed his forehead gently. She whispered, "I'll be right back." She opened the door to see Hanna, her friend, whoโ€™s also a computer like Karen. "Hey," Hanna said, her voice filled with concern. "How's he doing?" "The surgery went well, yet he's still pretty out of it." Hanna's screen went straight to Plankton, who was snoring softly. She gave a small smile. "Looks like he's in good hands," she said. Karen nodded, a hint of gratitude in her voice. "Thanks for coming." A few moments passed in quiet contemplation before Plankton's eye fluttered open, any trace of anesthesia gone. "Wha...where am I?" he croaked, his voice raw and scratchy. "You're home," Karen said, her voice soothing. "You had surgery this morning." "Hi, Plankton! Itโ€™s nice to meet you. I'm Hanna, Karen's friend. I just came to check on you." Plankton's gaze drifted from Karen to Hanna, then back to Karen again. "You...told?" "You know I couldn't keep it from her," she said softly. "We tell each other everything." "What...did you tell her?" "Just that you weren't feeling well and had surgery. How you feeling?" "Sore," he managed to croak out. "And... confused." "It's normal," Hanna chimed in. "The anesthesia can mess with your head for a bit." Karen nodded in agreement. "Do you remember anything from the hospital?" Plankton's eye darted around the room, as if trying to recall the events of the day. "You were there, but nothing else at all." "You talked a bit when you were coming out of it," Karen said with a smirk. "Asked for ice cream and waffles." Plankton's eye widened in surprise, then narrowed in suspicion. "Waffles?" Hanna laughed, earning her a glare from Plankton. "It's true," Karen said, her voice filled with mirth. "You kept asking for waffles." "I don't even like waffles," he grumbled, sinking back into the pillows. Hanna chuckled, her laughter a series of light beeps. "Well, maybe you've discovered a love for them." Plankton's glare sharpened, his cheeks flushing with a hint of anger. "I said I don't like waffles," he mumbled, his voice strained. Hanna raised her hands in mock surrender. "Ok, ok," she said, her digital eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'll take your word for it. Itโ€™s ok if you donโ€™t recall." Karen felt a pang of worry, the room suddenly thick with tension. She knew Plankton's fiery temper well. "You don't know anything about me." "I just want to be here you know, ease Karenโ€™s burden.." Hanna said. โ€œBURDEN?โ€ Plankton's eyes were on Hanna, his gaze piercing. "How could you say that?" he cried, his voice rising despite the pain. "I'm not a burden to her; I never meant to be burdensome!" Hanna's smile faded, and she looked at with a hint of concern. "I didn't mean it like that," she said quickly. "I just knew she'd be worried about you and I wanted to help." Karen squeezed Plankton's hand, her gaze flicking from Hanna to him. "It's ok," she said soothingly. "You're not a burden, Plankton. We're just looking out for you." But Plankton felt a tear slide down his cheek, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "I'm sorry," he choked out. "Don't be," Karen said, her voice firm. "You're not a burden, Plankton. You're my... my everything." Plankton's eye searched hers, looking for the truth in her words. He could feel the weight of the unspoken between them, the fear and the doubt. But what he saw was unwavering love and care. He took a deep, painful breath and nodded. "Ok," he murmured. "But no more waffles." The tension in the room didn't dissipate immediately, but it began to ease as Plankton's gaze drifted back to the ceiling. Karen felt his hand tighten around hers, a silent plea for reassurance. "Look, Plankton," Hanna began, her voice tentative. "I'm sorry if I upset you. That wasn't my intent." He looked at her, and took a deep, shaky breath. "I don't want to talk to you about it!" Hanna's smile faltered, her screens flickering with confusion. "I just..." โ€œItโ€™s alright, Hanna. Planktonโ€™s just really sensitive,โ€ Karen replied, her gaze still fixed on Plankton. Hannaโ€™s screens dimmed slightly, her concern evident. "I didn't mean to..." "I said No," he snaps, his voice tight with emotion. Hanna looked at him, her screens flickering with regret. "I'm sorry, Plankton," she said softly, now knowing her choice of words hit a nerve. "I think he needs some rest," Karen said, her voice low. "Why don't you let me take care of him?" Hanna nodded, her screens dimming with understanding. "Of course," she said. "I didn't mean to overstep." โ€œYou didnโ€™t, you just wanted to support. Heโ€™s not overly affectionate, even with me. Itโ€™s hard for him, not necessarily about you. He doesnโ€™t tend to open up to others, nothing personal. But thank you, Hanna.โ€ Karen told her. โ€œI just hoped I could make it easier for him, I know heโ€™s been through a lot,โ€ Hanna said with sincerity. โ€œYou did. Thank you for caring, really. But heโ€™s always had a hard time letting anyone in, even me sometimes,โ€ Karen explained, her gaze lingering on Planktonโ€™s sleeping form. Hanna nodded, her screens swiping through various shades of blue. "I'll leave you to rest," she said quietly, moving towards the door.
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แดฐแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต— แดฌแต–แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แตแต‰โฟแต— โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ Part 1 แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’สท แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑหข แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต— แตƒแต–แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แตแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง แดดแต‰'หข แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต˜แต– แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐแต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต—แตƒสธหข แต˜แต– หกแตƒแต—แต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ หขสฐแต‰โ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰สธ'สณแต‰ แต—แต’ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แต‰แตƒสณหกสธโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ สณแต˜แต‡หข สฐโฑหข แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€ง" แดดโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แต‡สณแต’สท แต—สทโฑแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ โฟแต˜แตˆแตแต‰หข สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต‚แตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–! แดฌสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰?" แดดแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง "แดณแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต’ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—โ€ง" แดฐแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตƒหกโฑแต›แต‰โธด แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข โฟแต’แต— แตƒโฟ แต’สณแตแตƒโฟโฑแถœ แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแตโ€ง สธแต‰แต— หขสฐแต‰ หขแต—โฑหกหก แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐแต‰สณ แต’สทโฟ แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกโฑแต—สธ แต—แต’โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แตแต‰แต—หข แตˆแต‰โฟแต—แตƒหก แถ หกแต’หขหข แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ หขแต‰โฟแตˆ สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต— แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข สทแตƒสธ แต‡แต˜แต— โฟแต’สท แต’โฟแต‰ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ สฐแต‰สณโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต‰หข?" 'แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰ โฑหข แตสธ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ สทสฐสธ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแต’แตโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰?' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแต’สณสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แ”†แต’ สทแต‰ แตˆแต’ หขแถœแตƒโฟหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ สทแต‰ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ สฐโฑหข สทโฑหขแตˆแต’แต แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ โฟแต‰แถœแต‰หขหขแตƒสณสธ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง" 'แต‚สฐแตƒแต—โ€ฝ' "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ หกแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแตƒสธ แต—แต’ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰'หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆโปแตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แตโฟแต’สท โฑแถ  แดต แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณหขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถ แต’หกหกแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แต—แต’ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต’'หข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แถœหกโฑโฟแต‰สณ โฑโฟ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ?" "แดดแต‰หกหกแต’ แดต'แต แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐสธแตโฑแต‰โฟโฑหขแต—! แดบแต’สท สทแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สฐแต’แต—แต’ แต’แถ  แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ สทแต‰ แต—แต’แต’แตโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต’โฟแต‰หข แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’หกแตƒสณหข โฑโฟ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต’แถ  สณแต‰แตแต’แต›แตƒหกโ€ง แต‚แต‰ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ แตƒสฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต’แต–แต‰สณแตƒแต—แต‰ แต‡แต˜แต— สทแต‰ แต’แต˜แต—แต—แตƒ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒ แต–แตƒแตแต–สฐหกแต‰แต— แต’แถ  โฑโฟหขแต—สณแต˜แถœแต—โฑแต’โฟหขโ€ง แดฎแต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สทแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต'หกหก แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜โธด โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’สณแตแตƒหก แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒโฟหฃโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ สฐสธแตโฑแต‰โฟโฑหขแต— หขแตƒสธหขโ€ง "แต‚แต‰ แตˆแต’ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ สทแต‰ หขแต–แต‰แถœโฑแตƒหกโฑหขแต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง แดบแต’สท หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต—แต‰แต‰แต—สฐ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰โฟ'แต— แต‰สณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แต–แตƒหขแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต˜แตหขโธด แต—สฐแต‰ แต–สณแต’แถœแต‰แตˆแต˜สณแต‰ สทโฑหกหก แตแต’สณแต‰ โฑโฟแต›แตƒหขโฑแต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— สทแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต‰แตˆแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แต–แต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ หกแต‰แต—หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต’หกแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แถœแตƒหขแต‰ โฑแต—'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ แต‡แต‰หขแต— แต—แต’ แต–แต˜แต— โฑโฟ แตƒ แตˆแต‰แต‰แต– หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โธด แถœแต’โฟหขโฑแตˆแต‰สณโฑโฟแต แถœโฑสณแถœแต˜แตหขแต—แตƒโฟแถœแต‰หขโ€ง" "แดดแตƒแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟสธ แ‘ซแต˜แต‰หขแต—โฑแต’โฟหข?" แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แตƒหขแตหขโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขสฐแต‰ สทแต’โฟ'แต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต˜โฑหกแตˆโฑโฟแต แต‡แต˜แต— หขสฐแต‰'หกหก สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แต‰หฃโฑแต— แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ แต’แต–แต‰สณแตƒแต—โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดบแต’สท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สธแต’แต˜ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆสธ?" "แดต'แต›แต‰ แตโฑแต›แต‰โฟ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหกหก โฑโฟแถ แต’สณแตแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง" แ”†แตƒสธหข แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰โ€ง "แต‚แต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แตƒแตˆแตโฑโฟโฑหขแต—สณแตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ แต’แถ  หขแต‰แตˆแตƒแต—โฑแต›แต‰หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แตโฑแตสฐแต— หขแต‰แต‰แต แถ แต˜โฟโฟสธ แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต— สทโฑหกหก แต‡แต‰ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท โฑแต—โ€ง แดผแต˜สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตแตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟแต‰'หข แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต—แต˜สณโฟ แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ สทโฑหกหก แต‡แต‰ แตแต’โฟโฑแต—แต’สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง" แต€สฐแต‰ สฐสธแตโฑแต‰โฟโฑหขแต— หขแตƒสธหข แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแถœสฐโฑโฟแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตˆแต’โฑโฟแต หขแต’ แตแต’แต’แตˆ สฒแต’แต‡โ€ง" 'สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰แต‰หก โฟโฑแถœแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต‰แต—หข แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰'หข โฟแต’ หกแต’โฟแตแต‰สณ แตแต‰แต–แต— แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฟแต’สทหข โฟแต’แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‰หกหขแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แตƒหข แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœโฑโฟแต‰ แตโฟแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต— แถœแต’หกแตˆโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ หกแต‰แต—หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตแต’ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ หขสฐแต‰'หข สทแตƒโฑแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜สณหขแต‰ แตแต‰แต—หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดดแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ'หข สธแต‰แต— แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต˜สณแตแต‰สณสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต–แต‰สณแถ แต‰แถœแต—หกสธ แตสณแต‰แตƒแต—โ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—โฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หข/แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ สธแต‰แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สฐสธแตโฑแต‰โฟโฑหขแต— สทโฑแต–แต‰หข แตƒสทแตƒสธ หขแต’แตแต‰ แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโ€ง "แดดแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡หกแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡สณแต˜โฑหขแต‰ แถ แต’สณ หกแต‰หขหข แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แตƒ สทแต‰แต‰แต แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰'หข แต‰หฃแต–แต‰แถœแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‰หฃแต–แต‰สณโฑแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰ หขสทแต‰หกหกโฑโฟแตโ€ง" "แดฟโฑแตสฐแต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดต แตแต‰แต— แตˆสณแต’แต’หก แถœหกแต‰แตƒโฟแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แตแต’สณแต‰ แต’แถ  โฑแต— แถœแต’แตแต‰หข! แดฎแต˜แต— สธแต‰หข แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœโฑโฟแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ หขสธหขแต—แต‰แต แตโฑแตสฐแต— แตแตƒแตแต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒแถœแต— แต˜แต– แถ แต’สณ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แตƒ แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแตแต–สฐหกแต‰แต— แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แถœแตƒสณแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต’สท แต—แต’ แต˜หขแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰ แตแต˜หขแต— แต‡แต‰ โฟแต˜แตแต‡แต‰แตˆ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหกหขแต’ หขหกแต’แต–แต–สธโ€ง 'แต‚แตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€งโ€งโ€ง' 'แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‰สธแต‰?' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหข แตƒหข สฐแต‰'หข สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚สณสณแถป แต‡สณสณสณแตˆโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒแต‡แต‡หกแต‰แตˆโธด แต’แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰โ€ง "แดนสณโฟโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" 'แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰ แตƒแต แดต' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ หขแตƒสธโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แถœแต’แตโฟโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต˜แตแต‡โฟแต‰หขหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แตˆโฑแถœโฑโฟแต‰ สทโฑหกหก แตแตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— แตแต’สณแต‰ แตˆโฑแถ แถ โฑแถœแต˜หกแต— แต—แต’ แตƒสณแต—โฑแถœแต˜หกแตƒแต—แต‰ สทแต’สณแตˆหขโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตโฑแตแตหกแต‰หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถ แตƒหกหกหข แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สณโ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แต–แต˜แต— แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ โฑโฟ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’โ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แตแต’แต’แตˆ สฒแต’แต‡!" แดดแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหขโธด โฟแต’สท สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐหข แต‡แต˜แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— แตแต˜แถ แถ หกแต‰แตˆ แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แตแต’!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แตƒแตแต‰หข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดฌแถ แต—แต‰สณ หกแต‰แตƒแต›โฑโฟแตโธด หขสฐแต‰ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’แต’แต หขแตƒแตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต’แตˆ?" "แดต แตโฑหขหข แดทโปแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดตโธด แดต แตƒแต แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง" "แดนสธ หกแต’แต›แต‰หกสธ แดทแตƒสณโฑ แดต หกแต’โปแต’แต›แต‰ สฐแต‰สณ!" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แดต'แต สธแต’แต˜สณ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ!" แต€แต’ แถœแต’โฟแถ แต˜หขแต‰แตˆโธด สฐแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰หข หขสฐแต‰'หข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โปโปโปโป แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ฝ" แต€สฐแต‰สธ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง "แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰หฃแถœหกแตƒโฑแตหข แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต—แต˜แถœแตหข สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟ แต‡แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดณแต‰แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ สณแต‰หขแต— โฟแต’สทโ€ง" "แต‚สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—?" "แต‚แต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทโฑแต–แต‰หข แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ หกแตƒแต–หข สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแตหขโ€ง "แดต'แต สณโฑแตˆโฑโฟแต แตƒ แตˆสณแตƒแตแต’โฟโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หกแต‰แตƒโฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแต?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต’แต‰หข หขแต’โธด แต‰สธแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต หขสฐแต˜แต—โ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต‰แต‰หก หกโฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ สณแต‰แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหขแตหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰'หข แต—แต’ สฐแต‰แตƒแต›โฑหกสธ แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฟแต’สท แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหข สฐโฑแต หขโฟแต’สณแต‰โธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ หขสฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰แตƒสณหขโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แต—แตƒหกแตโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต โฟแต’สท แตƒหข สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰หข โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜โฟแตแต’แต›โฑโฟแต แตแต‰แตƒโฟ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แต— สฐโฑแต แต‡แต‰โ€ง 'แ”†แต’ หขสทแต‰แต‰แต—' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’โฟหกสธ หขแต—โฑสณสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟแถœแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ โฟแต’แต’โฟ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกโฑแถœแตแต‰สณหข แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขแต’แตแต‰ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐโธด แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ สฐแต‰ โฟแต’สท แต—แตƒแตแต‰หข แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต’ หขสฐแต‰ แถœแตƒแตแต‰โ€ง "แถœแตƒสณแต‰แถ แต˜หกโ€งโ€ง" "แดทโปแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ?" 'แดฐโฑแตˆ แดต โฟแต’แต— แตแต’ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขแต—?' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แถ แต‰หกแต— แตˆโฑแถ แถ แต‰สณแต‰โฟแต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— หขแต˜สณแต‰ แต’แถ  สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง "แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰สท แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰โ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท สฐแต‰'หข หขแต—โฑหกหก สฐแตƒแถปสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สณแตƒแถœแต‰ แต’แถ  หขแต‰แตˆแตƒแต—โฑแต›แต‰/แตƒโฟแตƒแต‰หขแต—สฐแต‰หขโฑแตƒ สทโฑหกหก สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ สทแต’สณโฟ แต’แถ แถ  แต‡สธ แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต’หขแต‰แตˆ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตˆ หขแต—แตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟแต‰หขโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜สท!" "แถœสฐแตƒแต—แต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แตแตƒสธ สฐแต˜สณแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แต แตˆแต’ แตแต‰แต— แตสธ แต—แต‰แต‰แตˆ แถœสณแต‰แตƒโฟหข โฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆโ€ง" "แดนสธ โฟแต‰โฟแตˆโฑหข สทโฑหกหก แตˆแต’แต’แตˆแตƒสธโ€ง แดฌแต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰โฟแต—โฑหขโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แต–แต˜หขสฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแต˜แถปแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ? แต€สฐแต‰สธ'สณแต‰ แถ แตƒหกหกโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดฑแตƒหขสธ!" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขโฑแตสฐหขโ€ง แ”†สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแต— แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ สณแต˜แต‡แต‡แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แตƒสณแต สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง 'แดถแต˜หขแต— สทแตƒโฑแต— แถ แต’สณ แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท' แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แต—แต’ สฐแต‰สณหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง to be cont. pt. two
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