Spot and the Jellyfish Circus Emojis & Text

Copy & Paste Spot and the Jellyfish Circus Emojis & Symbols SPOT AND THE JELLYFISH CIRCUS"Will it hurt?" Plank

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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"You can totally sit with us," said a voice that seemed to shimmer with the promise of friendship. Cady Heron looked up from her lunch tray, blinking in surprise. The speaker was a girl with a smile so wide it could swallow her whole, her blonde hair glossy and her teeth as bright as the fluorescent lights above. The words hung in the air, tantalizing and slightly intimidating. This was Regina George, the queen bee of High School. Cady had heard the whispers, the stories that painted her as both an angel and a demon. She was the center of the school's social universe, and everyone else was just a planet orbiting around her. Cady felt a swell of excitement. She had been a fish out of water since moving from Africa to the suburbs of Chicago. The simple act of being acknowledged by the most popular girl in school was a beacon of hope in a sea of unfamiliar faces and cliques. She took a tentative step forward, her heart racing. "Thanks," Cady managed to murmur, setting her tray down at the table. The cafeteria buzzed with whispers as the group of pretty, popular girls made room for her. They were known as the Plastics, a name that Cady had learned from her newfound friend Janis Ian. These girls were the epitome of high school royalty, and now she was about to become one of them.
James Potter was a peculiar boy with a head of unruly black hair and eyes so bright they could outshine the stars. He had a knack for turning the most mundane moments into grand adventures. Whether it was climbing the tallest tree in the schoolyard or racing his friends across the Quidditch pitch, his imagination knew no bounds. But even in the whirlwind of his escapades, there was one person who remained steadfastly out of reach: Lily Evans. Lily was unlike anyone James had ever met. Her fiery red hair was a stark contrast to her soft, porcelain skin, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of intelligence and mischief. She was as fierce as a lioness and as graceful as a swan. Her laugh was like a melody that could charm the sternest of hearts, and it was a sound that James longed to hear directed at him. However, she had a tendency to dismiss his efforts with a roll of her eyes and a smirk that suggested she saw right through his bravado. 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He'd gone too far, and he couldn't take it back.
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"
"Come on, it'll be fun," Enid begged, her eyes wide with excitement. Wednesday sat quietly in the corner of the room, her black dress blending into the shadows. She didn't look up from her book, her finger marking her place. "I don't think so," she said, her voice calm and measured. Enid pouted, her cheerleader's spirit momentarily dampened. "But it's the prom dance, Wednesday. Everyone's going to be there!" Wednesday closed her book with a soft thud and looked up, her gaze piercing through Enid's hopeful facade. "I see your enthusiasm, but crowded social gatherings are not my idea of fun." Enid sighed, understanding that pushing the issue would lead nowhere. She sat down next to her friend, her own excitement dimming. "I know, I know. But it's our senior year. It's like, a rite of passage or something." Wednesday's eyes remained on the closed book in her lap. "I'd prefer to pass on that particular rite." Enid leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially, "But it's the perfect place to observe human behavior. Think of it as an anthropological study." Wednesday's eyes lit up slightly at the thought. "I suppose you have a point," she conceded. "But I'll need to establish some ground rules." Enid clapped her hands together. "Of course! What do you need?" Wednesday thought for a moment before listing her conditions. "First, no slow dancing. Second, I control the music playlist. Third, I wear what I want." Enid nodded eagerly. "Deal! I'll handle the first two. And as for the third, I trust your impeccable taste." Wednesday raised an eyebrow. "My taste is not up for debate, nor is it the issue. It's the school's dress code that requires negotiation." Enid's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Leave that to me," she said, already texting away on her phone. Within minutes, she had secured a meeting with the principal to discuss "alternative fashion choices" for the prom. As the big night approached, Enid sent Wednesday a playlist of dark, rhythmic tunes that she had carefully curated. Each song was a masterpiece of gothic rock, a genre that she knew would resonate with her friend's soul. Meanwhile, Wednesday had been busy designing the perfect dress โ€”a long, flowing gown of midnight black with intricate white lace that looked like it had been plucked from a Victorian mourning ceremony. She had paired it with her favorite black boots and a choker necklace adorned with a single crimson rose. The day of the prom, Enid couldn't contain her excitement. She bustled into the room, her own outfit a vibrant mix of neon colors that seemed to glow in the dim light of the Addams' mansion. "Wednesday, you have to come see this!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying the urgency of a child who had just discovered a secret treasure. Wednesday set down her scalpel, which she had been using to dissect a particularly interesting spider, and followed Enid upstairs. The dress laid out on her bed was indeed a sight to behold. It was a macabre symphony of black taffeta and delicate lace, the skirt adorned with a pattern of thorny vines that looked like they could draw blood with a single brush. The bodice hugged her slender frame, the neckline plunging just low enough to hint at the darkness beneath. "It's... " she began, searching for the right word. "Awful," Enid offered, her tone teasing. Wednesday smirked. "Perfect," she corrected, her voice laden with approval. "It's perfect."
In the quaint town lived a young woman named Charlotte Watsford. Her days were filled with the quiet rhythms of the local library, where she worked meticulously cataloging books that had seen more years than she had. Charlotte had an unassuming beauty, with her auburn hair pinned back. Her smile was gentle, and it had the power to make even the sternest of patrons feel at ease. Beneath the veneer of the town, there was a world of magic, ancient and unseen. It was here that Charlotte's life took an unexpected turn when she met Cleo Sertori, a young woman with secrets as deep as the ocean. Cleo was a mermaid, a guardian of the sea, blessed with the ability to manipulate water and heal the creatures that dwelled within it. The revelation was as shocking as it was fascinating. Yet, with this gift came great responsibility, and Charlotte found herself torn between the life she knew and the allure of the vast, unexplored waters that called to her soul. One moonlit night, while the town slept peacefully, Charlotte felt an eerie emptiness within her. The gentle whispers of the sea that had once resonated in her heart were now silent. Panic set in as she realized her mermaid tail, a symbol of her newfound identity, had withered away, leaving her with the legs of a human once more. The loss of her powers weighed heavily on her, a sudden and profound absence that seemed to dull the vibrant colors of the world around her. Her heart pounded as she approached the edge. The ocean below was a restless canvas of inky blues and greys, a stark contrast to the serene waters that had cradled her during her time as a mermaid. The salt air kissed her cheeks, carrying with it a bittersweet reminder of the freedom she had left behind. Lewis, her devoted best friend, stood beside her, his eyes filled concern and curiosity. With trembling hands, Charlotte reached to Cleo's necklace. It was a talisman of her friendship with the mermaid, a bond that transcended the boundaries of land and sea. "I have to return this to her," she murmured, the weight of her decision etched into every syllable. With a heavy heart, Charlotte unclasped the necklace.
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"
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
Plankton lay on the makeshift bed of crumpled newspaper, his body contorted into an uncomfortable knot. "I can't get to sleep, Eugene." Krabs sighed. "Why not?" "To hard," Plankton complained. Krabs looked over. "Maybe you need something to relax," he suggested. Plankton nodded, hopeful. "Like what?" Krabs considered for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "How about a bed time story?" "A what?" Plankton's voice was filled with skepticism. "You know, something to lull you to sleep." Plankton's expression softened. "Alright, Krabs, hit me with your best shot." Eugene cleared his throat and began his tale. "Once upon a time, in the vast expanse of the sea, there was a tiny plankton named Planky..." Plankton's eye widened for a moment, but the gentle rhythm of Krabs' voice soon began to work its magic. The crab's words painted a picture of a serene under water world, where the currents were soft whispers and the bioluminescent creatures danced a silent ballet. Plankton's eye grew heavier with each sentence, his body slowly unfurling from its tense state. "Planky," Eugene continued, "was a curious little fellow who loved nothing more than to drift through the sea, discovering its many secrets." His voice took on a soothing quality, each word carefully measured to match the steady rise and fall of the ocean outside their abode. "One night," Krabs went on, "as the moon cast its silver glow through the water, Planky stumbled upon a hidden lagoon. It was a place where the jelly fish swam in lazy circles, their soft bodies pulsing to an ancient lullaby that only the deep-sea creatures knew." Plankton's eyelid grew heavier, the image of the tranquil lagoon filling his mind. "In the center of this secret place," Krabs whispered, "was a giant clam, its shell open just enough to reveal a soft, inviting cushion of algae. Planky couldn't resist the urge to rest his tiny body upon it." Plankton's breathing grew deeper. He could almost feel the gentle sway of the clam's soft inner lining beneath him, the coolness of the water surrounding him, and the hypnotic pull of the moon's glow. Krabs noticed the change in his friend's demeanor and continued the story with renewed enthusiasm. "As Planky lay on the clam's cushion, the jellyfish grew closer, their ethereal lights creating a dazzling display of color that danced in time with the whispers of the water. They sang to him, their melodies echoing through the quiet night." The room grew quieter, save for the sound of the waves outside and Krabs' steady voice. Plankton's eye closed fully, his breathing syncing with the rhythm of the story. The crab went on, "Their song was one of peace and tranquility, of a world where worries were as fleeting as the bubbles that floated to the surface. Planky felt his troubles melt away, replaced by the warm embrace of the sea." Then, amidst the serene imagery, the first faint sound of a snore escaped Plankton. It was a sound so small and delicate that it could have easily been mistaken. Krabs smirked to himself. It's working. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "As the jellyfish serenaded him, Planky felt his eyes grow heavier and heavier, until they could no longer stay open. The lagoon's secrets grew dimmer, the colors of the jellyfish fading into a soft, comforting darkness." The snores grew progressively, more regular. Krabs took a moment to appreciate his own cleverness before continuing the tale. "The sea creatures of the night, noticing Planky's peaceful slumber, decided to join him. They formed a living blanket of fish and algae, wrapping him in their gentle embrace, ensuring his sleep would be uninterrupted." Plankton's body grew slack, the tension in his muscles seeping away as he descended deeper into the realm of sleep. His snores grew more rhythmic. The light from the moon had been absorbed into his dreams, guiding him through a world of peace and contentment. Krabs watched his friend's sleeping form, noticing the way the shadows played across his tiny frame, Plankton's antennae twitching ever so slightly with every snore, mouth slightly open as he inhaled and then to let out the soft, rumbling sounds. The sight was peculiar, yet endearing in its own peculiar way. He had never seen Plankton so relaxed, so free. The crab felt a strange sense of accomplishment and allowed himself a brief moment of pride before remembering his own exhaustion. "Now, Sheldon," Eugene murmured, "Let your mind rest, and tomorrow we'll tackle the world anew."
โ‹†โบโ‚Šโ‹† โ˜พ โ‹†โบโ‚Šโ‹† โ˜๏ธŽ . ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โ˜… ใ€€ยฐ :. โ˜…ใ€€ * โ€ข โ—‹ ยฐ โ˜… .ใ€€ * ใ€€.ใ€€ ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€. ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—‡๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐ŸŒซ๏ธ
whumpster-dumpster: A whumpee stirring from a deep, medicine-induced sleep to the sound of muffled voices. Trying to pry their eyes open to see who it is but their resolve is too weak, their eyelids too heavy. Their head lolls sideways on the pillow as they draw a slow, sluggish breath, mumbling unintelligibly. Where am I? Whatโ€™s happening? Their mouth wonโ€™t properly form the words. The voices pause, hesitate, and then a warm hand is stroking their face and hair. โ€œNo, noโ€ฆshhhh. Shh, itโ€™s alright. Itโ€™s nothing,โ€ a soothing voice whispers, lulling them back down. โ€œGo back to sleep.โ€
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โ˜† ๐“๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“ช ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ต ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฐ๐“ฎ ๐“ฎ๐“ฐ๐“ธ. โ˜†
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.
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
Sleep When You're in Pain (Chronic or Acute) Sleep on your back if you have lower back pain. Some individuals may benefit from placing a pillow under their knees while in this position. Elevating the knees can take pressure off the lower back. Sleep on your side if you have neck pain. Sleep on your left side to improve your digestion. People who find side sleeping helpful during their period may benefit from placing a pillow between their knees. Experimenting with different pillow positions can help. If you have stomach cramps, try drawing your knees up to your chest in the foetal position, which may help. This position involves lying on the side and tucking the legs toward the chest. You can also sleep on your back propped up with pillows to relieve heartburn. If you have pain due to gas, try laying on your back to relieve some of the pressure off of your stomach. https://www.wikihow.health/Sleep-when-You%27re-in-Pain
แ”†สทแต‰แต‰แต— แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหข โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด หขแต’ สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–โฑโฟแต‰แตƒแต–แต–หกแต‰ สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ ' *แตƒสทแตสทแตƒสณแตˆ แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกแต‰* ' แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’โฟ โฑโฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโธด แตโฑแตˆ; แดต'แต แต—โฑสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰โธด โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต—โ€ง" แดดแต‰ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆ หกแต’แต’แต แต‰หฃสฐแตƒแต˜หขแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แตสธ แต‡แต‰แตˆ? แต€สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข สณแต’แต’แต แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต˜หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง" หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด แต–แต˜หกหกโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต—หขโ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ สทแต’สณแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต—โ€ง แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตแต‰แตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟสธ สฐแตƒสณแต โฑโฟ แตสธ หขแถœสฐแต‰แตแต‰หข แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข หขแต’แตแต‰สฐแต’สท แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สทโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหข แตสธ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ! แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ แดต'แต โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แต— แตƒสทแตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'หกหก แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰สฐแต’สท หขแต’แตแต‰แตˆแตƒสธ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐโ€ง แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ แตƒ หขแต˜แต–แต‰สณโปแต›โฑหกหกแตƒโฑโฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตแต˜สธหข แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต’แถ แต— หขแต–แต’แต—หขโ€ง สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตสธ แต’โฟหกสธ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต’สณ แตสณแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด แต‰สธแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดตแถ  สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‰หกหขแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰; สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโธด แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สณแต‰แต–หกสธ แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" ' *หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต* ' "โ€งโ€งโ€งแถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แถ แตƒหขแต—โ€ฝ" แต‚สฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต˜แต–แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกโฑแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตแต‰แต— โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰หขโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตแต— แต’แถ  แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สฐแต‰ สทสฐแตƒหกแต‰โ€ง แดตโฟ สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโธด หขสฐแต‰ แต—สณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง 'แ”†แต—แต’แต–' สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสธหข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แต’โฟหกสธ หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟหขแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขสฐแต’สทหข แต˜แต– โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง 'แดดแต‰หกแต– แตแต‰!' แดดแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง 'สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰หกแถ !' แดฟแต‰แต–หกโฑแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰ หขแต—สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดดโฑหข แถœสณโฑแต‰หข สทแต’แตแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒแต— แต˜แต–โ€ง สธแต‰แต— แตแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก สฐแตƒแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต‡แต˜สณโฟ แต’โฟ แถ โฑสณแต‰โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แถ หกแตƒแตแต‰หข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต แตแต’แต— แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ โฑสณหขแต—โธด แต‡แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง 'แดณแต’แต’แตˆแต‡สธแต‰!' แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แดนแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข หขสฐแตƒแตโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโธด แตˆโฑหขแต—สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€ง แดดแต’สทแต‰แต›แต‰สณโธด สฐโฑหข หขแถœแตƒสณแต‰แตˆ แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ สทแตƒสธ โฑโฟแต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง 'แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒหกหก แต’แต˜แต— หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แถœแต’โฟหขแต˜แตแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ หกแตƒแตแต‰หข โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง 'แดบแต’!' 'สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง' แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดบแต’!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โธด แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต หขโฑแต— แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สฐแต‰สธโธด แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต‡แต‰ แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โธด สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฟแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— สฐแตƒแตˆ แตƒ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒแถœแต‰แตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธ; แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตแต— แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก สฐแต˜สณแต— สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหกหก แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แต’แถ  แตแต‰โ€ง" "แดตแต— สทแตƒหข สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต; โฑแต—โ€™หข แตƒหกหก แต’แต›แต‰สณโ€ง แดต แถœแตƒสณแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต—โ€ง แดดแต’โฟแต‰หขแต—หกสธ แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‰แตƒแต—หข แตแต‰แตƒแต—โธด โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ สทแต’สณสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฑแถ  แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สณ แตˆโฑแต‰แต—โ€ง แดต แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต‰สณโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœสณโฑแต‰หข แตˆสทโฑโฟแตˆหกแต‰ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต’หกแตˆหข สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต‰โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แดต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต แดต หกโฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แถ แต˜โฟ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตหขโธด หกโฑแตแต‰ สฒแต‰หกหกสธแถ โฑหขสฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒ หขแตแตƒหกหก หขแตโฑหกแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต‰โฟสฒแต’สธ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข หขแถœโฑแต‰โฟแต—โฑแถ โฑแถœ โฑโฟแต›แต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟหขโธด แต’สณ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแต˜หขโฑโฟแต แต›แต‰โฟแตแต‰แตƒโฟแถœแต‰ แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‰โฟแต‰แตโฑแต‰หข; สทสฐแตƒแต—แต‰แต›แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แต‰โฟสฒแต’สธแตƒแต‡หกแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด สฐแต˜แตแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดตหข แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’โธด แถ แต’สณ แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโ€ง
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
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
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
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.
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
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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๐–ณ๐–ฎ ๐–ข๐–ง๐– ๐–ญ๐–ฆ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ถ๐–ฎ๐–ฑ๐–ซ๐–ฃ pt. 5 Sequel to Autism And All by NeuroFabulous https://emojicombos.com/autism-and-all Read the Autism And All one first! Karen sits on the bed, her presence a comforting weight. "Would you like me to stay?" she asks, her voice gentle. Plankton nods, his body still tight with pain. He closes his eye, his mind racing with the discomfort. He tries to focus on his breath, in and out, in and out. But the throb in his mouth is a constant reminder of agony that threatens to overwhelm. Then, Plankton starts to talk to himself to self-soothe. "It's safe," he whispers. "Can water's just fine." Karen watches him, knowing this is a way of regaining control, his mind trying to find peace in order to rest. She knows that the pain, the sensory assault, the confusionโ€”it's all too much. But she also knows that he has the willpower to push through. "Was do it" Plankton whispers to himself. "I told him but he didn't listen," he murmurs, his thoughts racing with the memory of the fidget toy. "It's my fault," he adds. "Not my place to correct him, do not touch." His words are a jumble of regret and frustration. "It's okay," Plankton says again. "The healing safe. It's just a feeling." He repeats this mantra, his breath evening out. Karen can see the tension in his shoulders easing, his grip on the ice pack loosening as his body relaxes. "You're doing great," Karen whispers. "Just rest." And with that, Plankton's body gives in to the call of sleep, his breaths trailing off into soft snores. Karen watches her husband with a mix of love and sadness. Chip lingers by the door, his curiosity piqued. He wonders if his dad's autism is the reason behind it. With tentative steps, Chip enters the room. Karen takes his hand in hers, and he follows her out of the room and in to the hallway. "Mom," he starts, his voice barely a whisper. "Why is Dad autistic?" Karen looks down at him, her expression thoughtful. "Well, Chip," she says, her voice soft. "Your dad was born that way." Chip nods. "But w---" "Autism is something that develops in the brain before birth," Karen continues. "It's like how some people are right-handed and others are left-handed. It's just how his brain is wired." Chip looks at her with a frown. "But why did Dad...?" "Why did it happen?" Karen finishes his question. She takes a deep breath, preparing to explain. "You see, sometimes during pregnancy or childbirth, something small can change you. When his mom was giving birth, his brain might have gotten a little squeezed and then not enough oxygen. It's just the way his brain grew because of that, that's all." Chip nods slowly, trying to understand. "So as dad was being born..." "Yes," Karen says, her voice soothing. "His brain was forming its connections, and that little squeeze changed the way his brain makes those connections. It's like if you're building a Lego castle and one piece gets bent. It doesn't mean the castle can't be amazing, it's just a tiny part of it that's a bit different." Chip looks up at his mom, his eyes wide. "But does that mean I could be like Dad if I squ--" "No, Chip," she says, cutting off his words gently. "It's not that simple. Autism is just nothing you can catch or change, and it's not something you need to be afraid of." Chip nods, his gaze still fixed on her. "But why does he get so upset sometimes?" Karen sighs. "Because the world can be a very overwhelming place for him, Chip. His brain picks up on every little thingโ€” sounds, smells, sightsโ€”it's all so intense. And sometimes, those things get too much, and his brain can't keep up. It's like when you're playing a video game and the screen is flashing too fastโ€”it's hard to focus." "But why does he get mad?" Chip persists. Karen kneels down to look him in the eye. "It's not that he's mad, honey. It's just his way of dealing with it. Imagine if you had a headache and someone was shining a bright light in your faceโ€”you'd want them to stop, right? It's like that, but with anything." Chip nods, understanding dawning. "So, when the fidget was making noise, it was like a headache for Dad?" Karen smiles. "Exactly. And when he tells you something is too much, it's not that he's upset with youโ€”it's his brain telling him he needs a break." Plankton's snores from the bedroom remind them of the present. "Let's let Dad rest," Karen says, steering Chip towards his own room. "But what about his teeth?" Chip asks, his voice laced with worry. Karen's smile is reassuring. "They'll feel better soon, and we'll have to be extra gentle with him. No loud noises, no surprises. Ok?" Chip nods. In the quiet of the living room, Karen and Chip begin to set up a recovery area for Planktonโ€”a space free from the chaos that could easily overwhelm his fragile state. They gather his favorite pillows, a soft blanket, and dim the lights. Chip wants to make sure his dad feels safe. On the coffee table, they lay out a tray with a glass of water. Karen knows that it's important not to startle Plankton, that he might need help getting up without disturbing his mouth. "Let's go to see him." Karen says. As they enter the bedroom, Plankton's snores have subsided into a gentle rhythm. Chip tiptoes over, his eyes wide. He's seen his dad tired before, but this is different. He looks smaller, somehow, more vulnerable. Gently, he touches his dad's arm.. Plankton's eye snaps open, his body jerking upright. The movement sends a shock of pain through his mouth. "Agh!" he yelps, his hands shooting up to clutch his cheeks. Chip jumps back, his eyes wide with alarm. "Dad!" He says loudly. But now Plankton's even more overwhelmed, and Karen notices his somewhat distant gaze. "Chip, remember what we talked about," Karen whispers. "Use a quiet voice." Chip nods and speaks more softly. "Dad, are you ok?" Plankton blinks, his mind racing. "Dad?" Chip tries again, his voice barely a murmur. Plankton's breath hitches. "It's me, Chip! You're home. You had surgery. Remembe---" But Plankton's eye darts around the room, his mind a swirling vortex of pain and disorientation as Chip talks to fast. Karen quickly moves to his side, her touch grounding him. "It's ok," she whispers. "You're safe. You're home." And then, he starts to talk to himself. "No...no...no...yes...yes...yes," he murmurs. Karen knows that he's retreated due to the overwhelm. It's happened before, where he's seemingly on autopilot. "Water's okay, can't talk right now," Plankton whispers to the empty space. His eye darts back to Chip, then to the ceiling. "No, no, no," he says again, his voice getting quieter. Karen's heart aches, seeing her husband so lost in his own head. She's seen this beforeโ€”his autism taking control when the world was too much to handle. Chip however doesn't really understand. "Dad?" Chip whispers, his voice shaky. Plankton doesn't respond, his eye locked on the ceiling fan spinning above them. "It's ok," Karen says, her voice a soft reminder. "Sometimes his brain is on backup." She strokes his arm gently, knowing his semiconscious state isn't abnormal for him, as Plankton's monologue continues. "Need to count...one...two... three..." His voice trails off. Chip watches. "Is he ok?" He asks, his voice trembling. Karen nods. "This is his way of dealing with things," she whispers. "Let's just give him some time." Plankton's eye darts between them, his mouth forming words without thought. "Red...blue...green," he says, as if naming colors he's seeing in the air. "Big...small...far... near." Karen knows he's not really seeing anything, his mind a kaleidoscope of sensory input that's difficult to process. "Why?" Plankton asks no one in particular. "Will it be the one? It's just a feeling," he murmurs, trying to convince himself. Karen understands it's his brain's attempt to organize the overwhelming stimuli, but Chip looks on with a mix of concern and confusion. "It's ok," Chip whispers, his hand hovering over his dad's. He wants to help, but doesn't know how. Karen smiles at him, nodding. "You can talk to him, buddy. Just keep it low." Chip nods and sits on the edge of the bed. "Hey Dad," Chip says, his voice barely above a whisper. Plankton's eye flips over to him, but he doesn't seem to see him. "It's me, Chip. We're here," Chip says, trying to provide comfort.
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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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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.
https://www.rcoa.ac.uk/sites/default/files/documents/2022-06/12-SedationExp2021web.pdf
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3378217/
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—
https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/snoring/symptoms-causes/syc-20377694
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."
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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Muscles relax during sleep, including those in the face. The nervous system relaxes when we go into a deep sleep, which can also cause our facial muscles to relax. This can lead to our mouths falling open and drool escaping from the sides of our mouths. Also saliva can spill out of your mouth as drool when your facial muscles relax in your sleep like if the mouth falls open. Since the muscles around your mouth are relaxed, your mouth can be relaxed enough that saliva slips out. Once in sleep cycle, your bodyโ€™s muscles, including those in your face and mouth, start to relax, often resulting in less swallowing and more drool. But sometimes when you're asleep, your brain forgets to tell your throat and mouth muscles to swallow, causing saliva to commute from your mouth to your pillow. As you sleep, your body enters a state of relaxation and restoration. This means that your muscles relax โ€“ including all of the muscles and tissues in the airway. When these tissues relax, they may fall back into the airway, partially blocking your ability to breathe normally. Sometimes causes your throat to compress as your tongue falls further back into your airway and the open space behind your tongue and soft palate is reduced. Inhaled air becomes turbulent. Directly inhaled air vibrates the soft tissues at the back of your mouth Though breathing is an involuntary function and it may be difficult to control how your breathe while sleeping, if you sleep on your side, the saliva collects in the side of your mouth and the reflex does not kick in to get rid of the drool. However, if you sleep on your back, saliva collects in the back of the throat and leads to automatic swallowing action. If you breathe through partially blocked nose, greater suction forces are created that can cause your throat to collapse and bring on snoring where your uvula and soft palate start to flap. When we fall asleep, many muscles in our body relax. This is true of the muscles in our airway, since not fully conscious. When you doze off and progress from a light sleep to a deep sleep, the muscles in the roof of your mouth (soft palate), tongue and/or throat relax more. This usually happens when the muscles in your body (including your face) relax during sleep, especially during your REM cycle. When this happens, your jaw falls slack and your mouth falls open.
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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โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–“โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–’โ–’โ–’โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–“โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–“โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘ โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–“โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–“โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–“โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘ โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–’โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–“โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–’โ–’โ–’โ–’โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–“โ–ˆโ–’โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
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
โ€โ€งโ€งแต˜แต’สธ แต‰แต›แต’หก แดต สทแต’โฟแต แต—หขแต˜แดถโ€œ โ€งหขสธแตƒหข โฟแต‰สณแตƒแดท โ€!โฟแต’แต—แตโฟแตƒหกแดพ แต‰แตแตƒสทแตƒ แต‰สณโ€™แต˜แต’สธ แตˆแตƒหกแต สฐแต’ โฟแต’แตˆหกแต‰สฐแ”†โ€œ โ€โ€ฆแต‰สณแต‰สฐสท ,แตƒแต‚โ€œ โ€งแต’แต— แต‰สธแต‰ หขโฑสฐ แตˆแต‰โฟแต‰แต–แต’ สธหกสทแต’หกหข โฟแต’แต—แตโฟแตƒหกแดพ โ€โ€ฆหขแตสณแต’สท แต—โฑ แต‰แต–แต’สฐ แดตโ€œ โ€งสธหกแตˆแต‰โฑสณสณแต’สท สธสณแต‰โฟโฑสฐแถœแตƒแต แต‰สฐแต— แต–แต˜ แตˆแต‰แตแต’แต’สฐ โฟแต‰สณแตƒแดท โ€โ€งโ€งโฟสณแต˜แต—แต‰สณ โฟโฑ แต‰แถ โฑหก โฟสทแต’ สณแต˜แต’สธ แตแถœแตƒแต‡ แต—แต‰แต แต˜แต’สธ แต–หกแต‰สฐ แต‰แต แต—แต‰หก สทแต’โฟ แต’หข แต‰แถ โฑหก แต’แต— แตโฟโฑแต‰แต‡ แต—โฟแต‰โฑแต—โฟแต‰หข แตƒ แต‰แต แต—หกโฑแต˜แต‡ แต˜แต’สธ สทแต’โฟแต แดตโ€œ โ€งแต‰สณแต’แถ แต‰แต‡ แต‰หขแต˜ แตโฑสฐ สทแตƒหข แต‰สฐหข หขโฑสฐ แถ แต’ แต‰โฟโฑสฐแถœแตƒแต แตƒ แตˆแต‰สณแตƒแต–แต‰สณแต– แต‰สฐหข หขแตƒ แต‰หกแต‡แตƒแต— แต‰สฐแต— โฟแต’ สธแตˆแต’แต‡ หขโฑสฐ แต—แต˜แต– แต‰สฐแ”† โ€งแต–หกแต‰สฐ แต—สฐแตโฑแต แต—แตƒสฐสท สณแต’แถ  แตˆแต‰แตแต’แต’หก แต‰สฐหข หขแตƒ แตˆแต‰หขแต˜แตƒแต– โฟแต‰สณแตƒแดท โ€โ€ฆแต‰แตแต’หข แต‰แต›แตƒสฐ แตƒแต—แต—แต’แต แต˜แต’สธโ€œ โ€งแต‡แตƒหก สณโฑแต‰สฐแต— แต’แต— แตˆโฟแตƒแต‡หขแต˜สฐ หขหขแต‰หกแต‰แถ โฑหก สณแต‰สฐ แตแต’แต’แต— แต‰สฐแ”† โ€งแต—หขแตƒแถ  แต—แถœแตƒ แต’แต— แตˆแต‰แตˆแต‰แต‰โฟ แต‰สฐแ”† โ€งแตˆแต‰โฑสณแถœ โฟแต‰สณแตƒแดท โ€โ€ฆแต‰แต สณแต’แถ  ,แต‰หขแตƒแต‰หกแต– แต—หขแต˜แดถ !แต–แต˜ แต‰แตแตƒสท ,แต’โฟ ;โฟแต’แต—แตโฟแตƒหกแดพ สฐแดผโ€œ โ€งแต‡แตƒสณแดท สธแต—หขแต˜สณแดท แต‰สฐแต— แตแต’สณแถ  แตโฟโฑโฟสณแต˜แต—แต‰สณ สณแต‰แต—แถ แตƒ หขแตˆโฟแตƒสฐ สณแต‰สฐ โฟโฑ สธหกแต–แตโฑหก แตโฟโฑสธแตˆ แตˆโฟแตƒแต‡หขแต˜สฐ โฟสทแต’ สณแต‰สฐ แตˆแต‰สฐแถœแต—แตƒสท โฟแต‰สณแตƒแดท โ€งโฟแต‰สณแตƒแดท สธแต‡ สธหกหกแตƒแถœโฑแต—โฟแตƒสณแถ  โ€™แต–แต˜ แต‰แตแตƒสท โฟแต’แตˆหกแต‰สฐแ”†โ€˜ หขสณแตƒแต‰สฐ สทแต‰โฟแต แต‰สฐ แตโฟโฑสฐแต— แต—หขแตƒหก แต‰สฐแต€ โ€งแตˆหกสณแต’สท แต‰สฐแต— แต’แต— แถ แถ แต’ แต—แต˜สฐหข แตˆแต‰หขแต’หกแถœ แต‰สธแต‰ หขโฑสฐ หขแตƒ โฟแต’แต—แตโฟแตƒหกแดพ แตˆโฑแตƒหข โ€โ€งโ€งแต˜แต’สธ แต‰แต›แต’แดธโ€œ โ€งแต‰แถ โฑสท หขโฑสฐ แต’แต— แต—สณแต’แถ แถ แต‰ แต—หขแตƒหก หกหกแตƒ แตˆแต‰หขแต˜ แต‰สฐ หขแตƒ แตˆแต‰แตˆแตƒแถ  โฟแต’แต—แตโฟแตƒหกแดพ โ€โ€ฆแต‰แต แต’แต— แตˆแต’แต’แต แต’หข ,แตˆแต’แต’แต แต‰สณโ€™แต˜แต’สธโ€œ โ€โ€งโ€งแตˆแต’แต’หกแต‡ แถ แต’ แต—แต’หก แตƒ แต—หขแต’หก แต˜แต’สธ ;โฟแต‰แต—หขโฑหก แตˆโฟแตƒ แต‰แต สฐแต—โฑสท สธแตƒแต—หข แต’แต— แต˜แต’สธ แตˆแต‰แต‰โฟ แดต โฟแต’แตˆหกแต‰สฐแ”†โ€œ โ€งหขแตˆโฟแตƒสฐ สณแต‰สฐ โฟโฑ แต–แต˜ แตโฑสฐ แตˆแต‰แตแถœโฑแต– โฟแต‰สณแตƒแดท โ€โ€ฆแต˜แต’สธ แต‰แต›แต’หก แดต สทแต’แดด โ€งสธสณสณแต’หข แตโ€™แดต โ€งแต˜แต’สธ แต‰แต›แต’หก แดต สฐแดผ โ€งแตˆแต‰โฑสณแต— แดต ,โฟแต‰สณแตƒแดทโ€œ โ€โ€งโ€งโฟแต’แตˆหกแต‰สฐแ”†โ€œ โ€งแตโฟโฑแตˆแต‰แต‰หกแต‡ หขโ€™โฟแต’แต—แตโฟแตƒหกแดพ สทแตƒหข แต‰แถ โฑสท สณแต‰แต—แต˜แต–แตแต’แถœ แต‰สฐแต— โฟแต‰สณแตƒแดท โ€งแตˆโฟแต˜แต’สณแต แต‰สฐแต— โฟแต’ แตˆแต’แต’หกแต‡ โฟสทแต’ หขโฑสฐ แถ แต’ หกโฑแตƒสณแต— แตƒ แต—แถ แต‰หก โฟแต’แต—แตโฟแตƒหกแดพ โพแถœโฑแถ โฟแตƒแถ  แต‡แต’แดฎแต‰แตโฟแต’แต–แ”†โฝ แต‰สณแตƒแถœแ”† สณแต‰แดด

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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“
He felt his eyelid grow heavy to anesthesia. "Alright, Mr. Plankton, you're gonna start feeling sleepy," the doctor's voice echoed. The world around him grew fuzzy, sounds becoming muffled and indistinct. His head lolled, body slack. The nurse's grew blurry, darkness before not even nothingness. Karen, his wife, sat by him. Finally, the doctor stepped back, turned and gave her a thumbs up. The nurse began to clean Plankton's face, wiping away the excess saliva and bleeding with gentle touch. Karen follows as they wheel him out. His bed was pushed into a small cubicle, his breathing slow and even. In stumbled SpongeBob. Karen smiles. "The surgery went well, he's just sleeping it off," she assured. SpongeBob's taking in the beeping monitors. "What's all this for?" he asks, curiosity piqued. "To make sure he's ok while he's asleep," Karen explained. "The doctor said he'd be out for a little while." The yellow sponge nodded, his gaze lingering on the small wads of gauze peeking out from the sides of Plankton's mouth. "What's that?" he asks. "It's to help absorb.." Sponge Bob took in the sight of Plankton, who had begun to drool slightly onto the pillow beneath his head. The saliva pooled. "Oh no, Plankton. You're drooling!" Sponge Bob watched as drool continued to form like a thin string connecting Plankton's mouth to the pillow. Karen chuckled softly. "It's normal, Sponge Bob. He won't feel it as he's asleep." SpongeBob nodded, but curiosity remained. "Can I... I mean, should I... wipe it up?" he asks. Karen laughs. "It's ok, they'd take care of it. Just let him rest." "I promise to be super gentle" Karen nodded, a small smile playing. "Alright. Just be careful." His movements were deliberate, eyes never leaving Plankton's mouth as he approached. The drool strand grew longer, a tiny bridge between his friend and the pillow. The droplet fell away, landing on the pillow with a soft splat. Plankton stirred slightly but didn't wake. "It's fine. He's going to be a bit out of it when he wakes up anyway. Why don't you try talking to him while we wait for him to wake? It might help him feel more at ease." "Hey it's Sponge Bob. You're ok, just having a little nap. No Krabby Patties to steal right now," he added with a chuckle. Plankton's eye began to flutter, a sure sign that he was slowly coming back to consciousness. His body twitched, the anesthesia wearing off. "Looks like he's waking up," she said. Karen leaned closer, her hand reaching out to gently squeeze his. "Honey, it's me," she whispered. "You're ok." Plankton's unfocused and glazed. "Where... what... happened?" he mumbled. "You had wisdom teeth removed. You're in recovery," she said, voice soothing. Plankton blinked. "Wis...wis...what?" "You had a little...uh...dental appointment," SpongeBob said. "Teeth...gone?" he mumbled, still groggy. "You're fine," she assured. "I feel... funny," he giggled, voice silly. "Just relax, Plankton," Karen said. "But...but I wanna...see!" Plankton protested, arms flailing weakly. "Plankton, you need rest." "But I'm not tired!" he exclaimed, as his head lolled back onto the pillow. "I... I want to dance," he said, voice still slurred, which only resulted in more drool escaping. "First, you gotta get better," she said, voice earnest. Plankton's giggles grew, his eye half-closed. "But I'm already the best... at... at... at... " he mumbled, trailing off. "It's anesthesia," the nurse chimed in. "It can make people say some funny things. You're just feeling a bit loopy, Plankton. You'll be back to your usual self soon." Plankton's giggles grew softer, his eye struggling to stay open. "But... but... I'm not tired," he protested weakly, his voice a mere whisper. His eyelid began to droop once more. Sponge Bob leaned in. "You just had surgery, Plankton. You need to rest," he said firmly. Plankton's giggles turned into snores, his tiny body giving in despite his protests. "He's going to be out for a while," the nurse said. "Anesthesia can take time to wear off completely." Karen nodded, watching his chest rise and fall with each snore. Sponge Bob reached out and lightly patted Plankton's arm. Plankton's snores grew quieter and stirred, eye cracking. "Wha... SpongeBob?" he mumbled, groggy. Sponge Bob's heart swelled at the sight of his confused expression. "Just keeping you company as you wake." Plankton's eye rolled to the side. "Wha... what are you doing?" he slurred, his voice barely above a whisper. He tried to lift his hand to his mouth, but it flopped back down onto the bed with a limp thud. "Drool? I...I can't stop," he mumbled, his drool pooling around the fresh gauze. Sponge Bob chuckles. "It's ok, Plankton," he said. Plankton's eye narrows. "Not funny," he mumbled, words barely intelligible. Yet as he said it, another string of drool began to form, stretching from his mouth to the pillow. Sponge Bob's chuckles grew. "I know, I know. It's just... you're so... so... " he couldn't find words, laughter took over. Plankton's unable to control his drool. "I'm so...so...so..." he tried to form a coherent thought. "So what, Plankton?" "I'm...I'm not...not...drooling," he managed to say, words barely coherent. But even as he spoke, a new droplet formed at the corner of his mouth. "You sure?" "St...stop," Plankton managed to mumble, his mouth open and drooling again. "It's...it's...embarrassing." Sponge Bob smiled. "I know, you're ok. The surgery went well," he said. "Alright, we can get him ready to go home now," says nurse. They carefully lift Plankton from the bed, body still limp from the anesthesia. "You ok?" "Mm-hmm," Plankton mumbled, head lolling to one side. He struggled to keep his eye open, but the medication was too strong. Plankton's eye drooped shut once more, his snores echoing through the hall. "Whoa, there he goes againโ€ฆ" "He's still pretty out of it," she said. Plankton's head lolled to the side, his mouth hanging open. "Whoa, Plankton, wake up," Sponge Bob said, gently shaking his shoulder. "Mmph," Plankton mumbled, his eye cracking open. "Where...are we?" "Almost to the car," Karen said. "Just a bit longer." But Plankton's eyelid grew heavier. The nurse disappeared through the doors, leaving Karen and Sponge Bob to maneuver Plankton into a more upright position. His head kept flopping to one side, his snores grew louder. "Come on, Plankton, stay with us," Karen urged. Sponge Bob leaned close. "You ok?" he asked, patting Plankton's shoulder. Plankton's head lolled to the side, eye half- open. "Mmph...tired," he mumbled. Karen managed to get him in, his body collapsing into the seat like a ragdoll. She buckled him in. "You're gonna be ok," she whispered. Sponge Bob climbed into the backseat. Karen started the engine. "Let's get him home." The car ride was a blur of Plankton's snores and occasional mumble. Sponge Bob sat in the back, his hand on Plankton's shoulder, keeping his friend from lolling too far to the side. Each time Plankton nodded off, his mouth would droop, and gauze would slip out. "Plankton, gotta keep it in." Plankton mumbled something incoherent, his mouth still open and drooling. Sponge Bob leaned in closer, his hand ready to catch the gauze if it fell out again. Plankton's eye fluttered open, looking around the car. "Just stay with us, ok?" Sponge Bob nodded, hand on Plankton's shoulder. He watched as Plankton's eye drooped, the gauze slipping again. He leaned over and gently pushed it back. "We're almost there." Karen chuckled from the driver's seat. Sponge Bobโ€™s grip on Plankton's shoulder tightening slightly. "Want to play a game?" "Mmph...game?" he mumbled. "I spy with my little eye, something..." But Plankton's head had already dropped back, snores echoing. Karen glanced in the mirror. "I think he's out for the count," she said. Sponge Bob was still vigilant, making sure Plankton didn't tumble out of the car. With Karen's help, they managed to get him to the couch. Sponge Bob helped prop Plankton up, careful not to jostle him too much. Everythingโ€™s just fine.
"Hey, how's Plankton doing?" asked Patrick. SpongeBob looks at Plankton, chest rising and falling with snores. "He's sleeping," he said. "But it's the middle of the day!" "Well, he just had his wisdom teeth out," he explained in a hushed tone. "He's pretty out of it. But be quiet, ok?" He turned his attention back to Plankton, who had somehow managed to dislodge the gauze again. With a sigh, SpongeBob carefully repositioned it. "You're going to have to keep that in, Plankton," he said, his voice a gentle scold. But Planktonโ€™s head lolled to the side, his snores growing louder with each breath, drool seeping through the gauze. "Look at him, SpongeBob," Patrick whispers. "He's snoring." "Patrick, shh. He's still recovering." "Can I...can I poke him?" "No, Patrick," he said, his voice a low whisper. Patrick's finger was already outstretched, hovering over Plankton. "Just a little? I just wanna see if he'll snore louder," he whispered. SpongeBob's grip on Patrick's hand tightened. "Patrick, remember what I said about being quiet," he reminded him. Plankton stirred in his sleep, snores turning to mumbles. Patrick was undeterred. He leaned even closer to Plankton, his hand hovering above the sleeping creature's forehead. "You're okay, buddy," he whispered, his voice a mix of concern and glee. "Just rest up, and when you wake up, we'll have the best party ever!" Plankton's snores remained steady. He reached out and gently poked Plankton's forehead. "Wake up, little buddy," he cooed, his voice a soft whisper. Plankton's eye snaps open, his tiny body jolting upright with a snort. The gauze fell from his mouth, and he looked around the room with a glazed expression, his eye finally settling on Patrick's massive grin. "Wha... what's going on?" he slurred, his voice muffled by the anesthesia. Plankton's eye narrowed, his head lolling slightly to the side. "What happened?" he slurred. SpongeBob took a tentative step closer to the couch, his heart racing. "You had your wisdom teeth out," he said softly, his voice filled with concern. "You're at my place, just resting." Plankton blinked, his eye focusing on SpongeBob with a look of confusion. "Wisdom teeth?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. SpongeBob nodded, his eyes never leaving Plankton's face. "Yes, Plankton, remember? You're all fixed up now," he said, his voice soothing. But Patrick couldn't resist the urge to add his own twist. "And, you snore!" he whispered, his voice filled with mirth. Plankton's confusion grew. "I... I snore?" he asked, his voice a mix of surprise and mortification. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about," he assured, SpongeBob eyes Patrick with a warning look. "What's it feel like?" he whispered, his voice a mix of excitement and concern. Plankton looked at Patrick with bewilderment. "It feels...weird," he mumbled, his words slurred. "And my mouth is...numb." Drool had formed at the corner of Plankton's mouth. Patrick couldn't resist pointing it out. "Look, Sponge Bob, he's drooling!" Sponge Bob shot him a look that was a mix of annoyance and amusement before turning back to Plankton. "It's okay, Plankton," he whispered, his voice gentle. "It's normal." Plankton's eye grew distant, his mind still clouded by the anesthesia. "Everything's...so...blurry," he murmured, his words slurring together. Sponge Bob and Patrick exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them. "It's the medicine," Sponge Bob explained, his voice calm and reassuring. "It'll wear off soon." But Patrick's curiosity was unquenchable. He leaned closer to Plankton. "Hey, Plankton," he whispered. "I... I don't know," he mumbled, his voice groggy. "Everything's all... wibbly wobbly." "Wibbly wobbly?" He looked over at Plankton, whose eye was still open, staring at the ceiling with a look of wonder. "Everything's...so...pretty,". "It's just the living room, Plankton. You're still a bit out of it." Patrick's eyes grew wide with fascination. "Hey, Sponge Bob," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "Look at his mouth!" Sponge Bob turned his gaze to Plankton, drooling more than ever. "Patrick, shh," he scolded, his voice a gentle whisper. "Let him rest." Plankton's snores grew quieter for a moment before picking up again, a trail of drool connecting his mouth to the pillow. "Is it...normal?" "It's just his body's way of dealing with the surgery, he canโ€™t help it" he murmured. "It'll go away eventually, all part of the process. It's the stuff that makes you sleep through the surgery, like a really deep sleep so he wonโ€™t feel or remember.โ€ "But why does it keep coming out?" "It's because his mouth is numb from the dental surgery, Patrick, it's his mouth muscles still asleep." "Can I...I mean, is it okay to, like, nudge it?" He made contact with the drool, sending a ripple through the salivary puddle. Plankton's snores grew louder, his mouth opening even wider. "Patrick," he hissed, his voice a mix of warning and amusement. "You're pushing your luck." His eyes remained fixed on Plankton, watching the drool pool grow and shrink with each snore. He remained blissfully asleep, oblivious to the conversation happening around him "What if I just...dab it with a tissue?" "I guess itโ€™ll help keep him comfortable." He gently touched the tissue to the side of Plankton's mouth, catching the drool before it could fall onto the pillow. The moment the tissue made contact with the saliva Plankton, who was now snoring more heavily, his mouth hanging open even wider, drool cascading onto the pillow, sending a ripple through the salivary puddle. Plankton's snores grew louder, his mouth opening even wider., It was a light touch, just enough to make the saliva wobble like a gelatinous blob. It was a tiny movement, but it was enough to make Plankton's snores hitch. "The anesthesia is wearing off, and his mouth is just... reacting. The numbness is normal." With each dab of the tissue, Plankton's snores grew softer, quieted, his mouth twitching slightly, his breathing even. Then Plankton's face twitched slightly, his expression shifting from remaining asleep with breathing deep and steady, to one of slight discomfort as the lingering anesthesia began to wear off. Snores had turned into soft whimpers of discomfort. "Itโ€™s normal he's starting to feel the pain." He reached for the medicine. โ€œJust stay still, Plankton," Sponge Bob whispered. Sponge Bob nodded, his smile gentle. "It's just the start," he murmured, his voice a mix of reassurance and experience. "It'll take a bit for the pain to go away." Plankton's mouth was still slack, the drool now a steady stream that pooled on the pillow. Together, they managed to get Plankton into a sitting position, his legs dangling over the side of the couch. "Hey you need to wake up just a little bit to take your medicine." Plankton's head lolls back against the pillows. "Patrick, hold his shoulders," Sponge Bob whispered urgently. "We don't want him to fall over." Plankton's gaze searched the room, his thoughts clearly muddled. "There you go," Sponge Bob whispered, his voice filled with relief. He carefully laid Plankton back down on the pillows, wiping the last of the drool from him. Plankton's eye remained open, blinking slowly as the world swam back into focus. "You did it," Sponge Bob whispered, his voice filled with pride as he swallowed medicine. "Now, just rest. The pain will start to go away soon." Plankton's eye drifted closed again, his snores returning, though softer than before. Sponge Bob gently let Plankton's head back onto the pillow. "He's okay now," Sponge Bob whispered, his voice a mix of relief and pride. "Good job, helping Patrick." Patrick's eyes remained wide with wonder, his mind still racing with the excitement of the past few moments. "What happens next?" he murmured, his voice filled with anticipation. Sponge Bob's smile was a mix of amusement and reassurance. "Now the medicine will kick in."
Her strongest memory was of the smell of rain on hot pavement. It was a scent that didn't just fill her nose but seemed to soak into her skin, bringing with it a sense of comfort she hadn't felt in a very long time. Bluey Heeler was a creature of the outdoors, a dog with a heart that pounded in sync with the vast wilderness she called home. Her fur, a blend of blue and gray, blended seamlessly with the shadows of the eucalyptus trees that stretched tall beside her family's modest house. Rainy days meant puddles to splash in and the rich scent of earth coming alive around her. But it had been a long time since she'd felt the cool kiss of rainwater on her snout. Now, Bluey was in the city, surrounded by the concrete jungle, a stark contrast to the boundless plains she'd once known. The smells here were overwhelming, a mishmash of exhaust fumes, fast food, and a million different creatures packed into a space so tight it made her feel claustrophobic. The noises were constant, a never-ending din that made her flinch and whine in the quiet moments of the night. Yet, amidst the chaos, she had found a purpose, a reason to push through the fear and confusion. Her new friend, named Mia, had taken her in, offering her a chance at a new life filled with love and companionship. Mia was as vibrant as the flowers she tended in the small patch of earth outside their apartment. Despite the stark difference in their sizes, they shared a bond that transcended the confines of the urban sprawl. Each day, Mia would take her on adventures through the parks, allowing her to feel the grass under her paws and chase the occasional squirrel up a tree. It wasn't the same as the open ranges she'd left behind, but it was a taste of freedom she hadn't known in weeks. One evening, as the two sat on the windowsill watching the rain dance in the streetlights, a distant howl echoed through the concrete valleys. It was faint, almost lost in the symphony of city sounds, but to Bluey, it was as clear as if it had come from right beside her. Her ears perked up, and she let out a soft whine, longing for the days when she could have joined the chorus. Mia looked at her, concern etched on her features. "What is it, girl?" she asked, her tail thumping against the sill as she tried to convey the ache in her soul. The howl grew stronger, more insistent, and suddenly, Bluey realized it wasn't just any howl. It was her sister, Bingo. The same melody that had serenaded their nights back home, now calling to her from across the miles. Bingo's howl was a beacon, a thread of their shared past that had somehow found its way to her here in the city. Mia's eyes widened as she saw the recognition in Bluey's eyes. "Is that...?" she began, but the question was unnecessary. Bingo came in. Without a second thought, Bluey leaped. She didn't care about the water soaking her fur or the cold seeping into her bones. All that mattered was finding Bingo. The city streets were a labyrinth of wet reflections, the neon lights playing tricks on her eyes as she sprinted through the rain. The scent grew stronger with every bound, her nose leading her through alleys and across busy roads, dodging puddles that mirrored the chaos above. Mia, soaked and panting, struggled to keep up. Then, a shadow moving swiftly in the rain. Bluey's heart leaped. That was Bingo! She picked up the pace, her paws barely touching the ground. The howl grew closer, turning into a series of excited barks as the two sisters rounded a corner and locked eyes. Bingo's tail wagged a mile a minute, and she barrels towards Bluey, knocking her over in a joyous reunion of wet dog and muddy paws. They rolled together, the sound of their laughter piercing the rain-soaked silence. Mia skidded to a stop, panting and smiling through the downpour. She watched as the two sisters played, their tails creating a whirlwind of joy in the dim streetlight. The sight was enough to warm her to the core, making the dampness of her fur coat feel like a small price to pay for this moment. "Bingo," she called out, her voice a mix of happiness and relief. "You found her, Bluey!"
"Hi, my boss Mr. Krabs told me I need to work on my people skills and to volunteer.." SpongeBob says in the surgery room before recognizing Plankton and Karen. Plankton lay on the operating table, a small tube delivering medicine that kept him asleep. Karen sat by him. "Planktonโ€ฝ" "Plankton's had his wisdom teeth removed." She glanced at the sleeping Plankton with affection. Sponge Bob leaned closer. He poked Plankton gently. "Hey, Plankton; wake up, buddy!" No response. Plankton's breathing remained slow and even, the rhythm unchanged by Sponge Bob's nudges. Karen's robotic hand shot up to stop Sponge Bob's poking. "He's not going to wake up anytime soon, Sponge Bob. The anesthesia will wear off in a couple of hours," she explained in her usual monotone. Sponge Bob's bubbly demeanor deflated a bit. He had never seen Plankton so... peaceful. Usually the tiny villain was full of mischief and plotting his next Krabby Patty heist. But the sight of his arch-nemesis helpless and snoring? "Karen, do you think a little light chat would help him wake up?" "Sponge Bob, the purpose of anesthesia is to keep him unconscious during surgery and ensure a painless recovery. Your efforts are futile." Undeterred, Sponge Bob leaned in closer. "Come on, Plankton. Time to wakey-wakey!" He waved his hands in front of Plankton's face, creating a gentle breeze that tickled his antennae. Still, Plankton remained steadfast in his slumber, oblivious to the world around him. Karen sighed again, the closest she ever got to expressing exasperation. "As I said, Sponge Bob, he's under the effects of anesthesia. There's nothing you can do to wake him up." She went back to reading her magazine, the glow from her screen casting a soft blue light on her metallic features. Sponge Bob studied Plankton's sleeping features. His mouth was open just enough to reveal his top row of teeth, and Sponge Bob had to stifle a giggle when a small bubble of drool formed at the corner of his mouth. "You know," he mused aloud, "I never realized Plankton had such a... cute snoring sound." The statement hung in the air, and even the normally stoic Karen couldn't resist cracking a smile. "Cute is hardly the word I'd use," she murmured, but the warmth in her voice belied the affection she had for her partner. Sponge Bob's curiosity grew as he continued to gaze at the unconscious Plankton. He'd seen him in various states beforeโ€”angry, plotting and occasionally defeatedโ€”but never so vulnerable. The sight was strange yet fascinating. He reached out and carefully wiped away the drool. Plankton's head lolled to the side, but he remained asleep. SpongeBob put his head back up on a pillow. Plankton's snores grew quieter as his head settled into the cushioned embrace. "Don't worry, Plankton," he whispered, patting the villain's arm gently. "I'll watch over you." Sponge Bob's curiosity grew stronger as he watched the drool form at the side of Plankton's mouth. He leaned in closer, studying the phenomenon. He'd never noticed Plankton drool before. "It's like a tiny river," he said to himself. What would happen if he tried to touch it? He tapped it lightly. It wobbled, bulging slightly before collapsing back into its original state. He poked the drool again. This time, it grew slightly larger before popping, leaving a tiny, wet splatter on the pillow. Plankton's snores grew louder for a moment, but didn't stir. Sponge Bob couldn't resist a grin spreading across his face. "Looks like he's enjoying his nap," he whispered to Karen who remained engrossed in her magazine. The drool was fascinatingโ€”like a living organism, pulsating with every one of Plankton's breaths. He poked it again, gently this time. The drool grew larger, stretching out like a bubble of gum. It was almost mesmerizing. "I wonder if I can make it pop," he thought, eyes gleaming with child-like excitement. Slowly, Sponge Bob poked the drool bubble once more. It grew to the size of a marble before it burst with a tiny splat, splattering on to the pillow. Plankton's snoring remained undisturbed. Sponge Bob could see the light from the ceiling reflecting off the droplet's surface. He waited, the anticipation building, eyes fixed on the wobbling mass. At the last second, he poked it. The bubble popped with a sound that echoed through the quiet room. Plankton's snore caught in his throat for a split second, then resumed with renewed vigor. The splatter was more substantial this time, leaving a wet spot on the pillow. The sudden noise made Karen look up from her magazine. "What on earth are you doing, Sponge Bob?" she asked, voice a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Just... science," Sponge Bob said, his grin unabated. "I'm studying Plankton's snoring pattern... and drool." Karen rolled her digital eyes. "Fine. Just don't wake him. And for the love of Krabby Patties, please don't make a mess." She returned her focus to her magazine, seemingly unfazed by the sight of her arch-enemy playing with drool. Sponge Bob nodded solemnly, his eyes lighting up with newfound purpose. He decided to be more strategic in his scientific endeavor. He would need precision and timing. The drool bubble grew again, this time larger and more robust. Sponge Bob waited, his heart beating faster with every pulse of Plankton's snore. He took a deep breath, held it, and at the peak of the snore's crescendo, poked the bubble with a controlled flick. It exploded with a sound like a miniature water balloon, splattering across Plankton's cheek. The pillow was now a Jackson Pollock canvas of drool. Plankton's snoring hitched but he didn't wake. "Oops," Sponge Bob whispered, giggling quietly. He reached for a near by tissue to clean up the mess, his eyes glancing nervously at Karen. She peeked over her magazine, the corners of her robotic mouth curving upward slightly. "If you're going to play, at least be tidy," she said, voice a blend of reprimand and amusement. Sponge Bob nodded, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Of course, Karen," he whispered back, dabbing at Plankton's cheek with the tissue. The drool was sticky and clung to the fabric but Sponge Bob managed to clean when Plankton's snoring hitched. This time, Plankton's eyes opened a crack, his single eyelid revealing a sliver of his iris before dropping shut again. "What's going on?" he mumbled sleepily. Sponge Bob froze, tissue in mid-air. "Oh nothing," he said quickly, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just admiring your snoring." Plankton's eyelid quivered but remained shut. "Mmph." His mouth moved around the word. "Don't worry, buddy," Sponge Bob said softly patting Plankton's arm. "You're just resting. Nothing to worry about." The half-awake Plankton mumbled something unintelligible, and Sponge Bob took it as a sign to back off. He retreated to his chair, watching as Karen put down her magazine and began to fuss over Plankton, checking his vitals and making sure he was comfortable. For once, he wasn't at odds with Plankton.
In the quiet town of Ponyville, there lived a young earth pony named Applejack. Her coarse, burnt- orange coat was always dotted with freckles of dirt from a hard day's work on her family's farm, Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack was known for her honesty and her strong work ethic, which were as solid as the oak trees that lined the property. Her mane and tail, a fiery shade of red, matched the color of the apples she grew with such care. One sweltering afternoon, Applejack took a break from her chores, wiping the sweat from her brow with a bandana that smelled faintly of apple blossoms. She looked out over the fields, the sun blazing down like a second sun, and sighed. The harvest was coming soon, and she had so much to do. Her thoughts drifted to her friends, Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, and the others, and she wondered how they were spending their day. Her contemplation was interrupted by the distant sound of hoofbeats. She shielded her eyes from the glare and saw a figure approaching. As it grew closer, she recognized the purple and white unicorn, Twilight Sparkle, her friend and the town's resident scholar. Twilight looked flustered, her eyes wide with excitement. "Applejack!" Twilight called out, her voice strained from the run. "You won't believe what I've found in the library archives!" Applejack leaned against the fence post, her curiosity piqued. "What is it, Twilight?" Twilight's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I've discovered something absolutely fascinating, Applejack. It's about an ancient artifact called the Element of Honesty!" Applejack's ears perked up at the mention of something old and precious. "The Element of Honesty? What's so special about it?" Twilight paused to catch her breath, her flank heaving. "It's one of the six Elements of Harmony," she began, "each representing one of the core virtues of our world. The Element of Honesty is said to be a rare and powerful artifact that can reveal the truth in any situation. It's been lost for centuries, but I found a map leading to its last known location!" Her voice grew hushed as she unfolded the ancient parchment, its edges yellowed with age. The map was intricate, with swirling symbols and cryptic notations that seemed to dance before Applejack's eyes. "It's somewhere in the Whispering Woods," Twilight whispered, her horn glowing softly as she traced a line over the paper. "Well, shucks," Applejack drawled, "that's a place I've heard plenty of tall tales about, but never actually visited." The wood had a reputation for being eerie and mysterious, a place where whispers of forgotten secrets lingered on the breeze. But the prospect of finding something as important as the Element of Honesty was too tempting to pass up. Twilight's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Applejack, I think we should go look for it. It's not far from here, and who knows what kind of trouble it could prevent if it falls into the wrong hooves?" Applejack nodded, a mix of curiosity and apprehension in her gaze. "Alright, but we'd better tell the others. They might want to come along." They gathered their friends, who were equally intrigued by the prospect of an adventure. Pinkie Pie bounced with excitement, Rarity's eyes gleamed with the promise of a new treasure to add to her collection, and Fluttershy looked nervous but determined. Rainbow Dash and Rarity promised to keep an eye on Fluttershy, who had a tendency to get spooked in unfamiliar places. They set out into the late afternoon sun, the map fluttering in Twilight's magic as they followed the path into the wood. The Whispering Woods lived up to their name, with rustling leaves and hushed whispers that seemed to follow them through the dappled shade. The air grew cooler, and the scent of damp earth and pine needles filled their nostrils as they ventured deeper. Suddenly, a shadow flitted through the trees. "Greetings, travelers, I am Aloysius, keeper of the woods' lore." His feathers were the color of moonlit silver, and his eyes held a knowing glint. Twilight stepped forward, the map still clutched in her telekinetic grip. "We're looking for the Element of Honesty," she said with a hint of urgency. "Could you help us?" Aloysius tilted his head, his beak clicking thoughtfully. "Ah, the Element of Honesty," he murmured. "A treasure indeed. But beware, for the woods are not kind to those who seek without pure intentions." The friends exchanged glances, their determination unwavering. Applejack stepped up, her eyes meeting the owl's. "Our intentions are as true as my word. We aim to protect our town and find this artifact before it falls into the wrong hooves." Aloysius studied them for a moment before nodding. "Very well. I will guide you to the spot where the Element lies hidden. But heed my warning: the woods hold secrets, and they do not give them up easily." The group followed the him, their hoofsteps echoing through the quiet wood. The whispers grew louder, and Applejack couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. Twilight, ever the scholar, took notes on the various plants and magical phenomena they encountered, while Pinkie Pie chattered away, trying to keep everyone's spirits high. As they ventured further in, the wood grew denser, the path narrower. The light grew dimmer, the sun's rays barely piercing the thick canopy above. The air grew colder, carrying with it a sense of unease that made even Rainbow Dash's wings flutter anxiously. "This place is giving me the creeps," Fluttershy whispered, her eyes darting around nervously. "Don't worry, Fluttershy," Rainbow Dash assured her, "we're all here for you." Aloysius led them to a clearing, where an ancient tree stood tall, its trunk twisted with age. The whispers grew to a crescendo, swirling around the tree's base like a cacophony of secrets yearning to be heard. "Here it is," He announced, his voice barely audible over the din. "The Element of Honesty lies within this tree. But remember, it will only reveal itself to the worthy." Applejack squinted at the tree, her heart racing. The whispers grew so loud, they seemed to form words, urging them to turn back. But she knew they couldn't. "Thanks, Aloysius," she said, turning to her friends. "Let's get to it."
"Honey, wake up," Karen said gently. Her voice was the sweet sound of a lullaby echoing through the silent, sterile room, but Plankton remained unresponsive. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor was the only reply to her soft pleas. She sat by his side, her hand intertwined with his, her thumb brushing the back of his palm. But now, his hand lay limp, a stark contrast to the warmth and strength it usually exuded. The antiseptic smell of the hospital filled the air, a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a cold, artificial glow on Plankton's pale face. His chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, and the rhythm was the only reassurance Karen had that he was still with her. The doctor had said it was a mild concussion, but the sight of him lying there, so vulnerable, filled her with dread. She knew that she had to stay strong, not just for herself, but for Plankton. The door to the room creaked open, and the doctor stepped in, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. He was a young man, his expression a mix of professionalism and concern. He looked at the charts in his hand before glancing up at Karen. "How is he?" he asked. Karen's eyes never left her husband's face as she replied, "The same." The doctor nodded, his eye reflecting the seriousness of the situation. "It's not uncommon for someone with a concussion to sleep longer than usual. We're monitoring him closely, and his vitals are stable. We've given him medication to manage the pain and reduce the swelling." Karen leaned forward, her grip on Plankton's hand tightening. "But when will he wake up?" she asked, her voice a whisper of hope. The doctor's eyes softened. "It could be hours, or even days. The brain needs time to heal. But rest assured, Mrs. Plankton, we're doing everything we can to ensure a swift and full recovery." Karen nodded, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She didn't want to believe it would take that long, but she knew that patience was the only option she had. She leaned back in the chair, her eyes never leaving Plankton's face. Time stretched out before her, each minute feeling like an eternity. The only sounds in the room were the tick of the clock on the wall and the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. The hospital's white walls closed in around her, making her feel trapped in a world where time had ceased to have meaning. Her thoughts raced, playing out every possible scenario in her head, each one more alarming than the last. A nurse came in to check on Plankton, her shoes squeaking against the floor. She offered Karen a kind smile and a reassuring pat on the shoulder before she tended to her husband, checking his bandages and administering fluids through the IV. Karen watched her every move, feeling helpless and out of place. The nurse noticed her distress and offered her a cup of tea, which she accepted with a nod of gratitude. The warm liquid helped soothe her nerves as she took a sip, her eyes never straying from Plankton. The minutes ticked by, each one feeling heavier than the last. The silence was broken only by the occasional murmur from the hallway or the rustle of pages as the nurse updated his chart. Karen's mind drifted back to the moments before the accident, the laughter and the joy that seemed so distant now. Plankton had been working on his latest invention, a contraption he swore would revolutionize the fast-food industry. It was a wild tangle of metal and wires, something that only he could understand. Karen had watched him, her curiosity piqued but her technical knowledge barely scratching the surface of his genius. "What does it do?" she had asked, her eyes wide with wonder. He had grinned, his teeth gleaming in the light of the makeshift workshop. "It's a secret," he had said, his voice filled with mischief. Now, as she sat by his side in the hospital room, she wished she had paid more attention. Perhaps then she could have anticipated the malfunction that had sent him to the emergency room with a concussion. Plankton had always been so driven by his ideas, so wrapped up in his world of gadgets and gizmos, that he often forgot the dangers that came with his experiments. It was his passion, and she had always admired it, but in moments like these, she couldn't help but worry. The room grew dimmer as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the floor. Karen's eyes grew heavy, and she fought the urge to sleep. Suddenly, Plankton's eyelid fluttered open, revealing eye that searched the room with confusion. "Where am I?" he croaked, his voice dry and scratchy. Karen's heart leaped into her throat, and she leaned forward, her hand tightening around his. "You're in the hospital, sweetie. You had an accident," she said softly, her voice trembling. Plankton blinked several times, his gaze shifting from the blurry ceiling to Karen's face. Recognition dawned in his eyes, but confusion remained etched on his furrowed brow. "What happened?" he murmured, his voice still weak and groggy. Karen's heart swelled with relief at the sound of his voice. She took a deep breath, then explained the accident as calmly as she could. "You fell while working on your latest invention. You hit your head pretty hard. The doctor said it's just a concussion, but you need to rest." Plankton's eyes searched hers, trying to piece together the puzzle of his foggy memory. "A concussion?" he repeated, his voice a mere whisper. "How long have I been out?" Karen's grip on his hand tightened, her knuckles white. "A few hours, darling. But it's going to be okay." She hoped her words were true, that the fear and doubt didn't seep through. Plankton's gaze was unfocused, his thoughts jumbled. He didn't remember the accident, the pain, or the panic that had brought him here. All he knew was the gentle squeeze of her hand and the sterile scent of the hospital room. As he began to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over him. Karen's other hand shot out to steady him, her eyes filled with concern. "Lie back down, Plankton. You need to rest." He obeyed, his head heavy on the pillow, and his eye fell shut again. The doctor had warned her about the potential side effects of the concussion: confusion, dizziness, and memory loss. It was a strange sight, seeing him so unsure of himself, a stark contrast to the usual confidence that radiated from him. When he opened his eye again, the confusion had deepened. "What's the last thing you remember?" Karen asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Plankton's eye searched the room, as if the answer was hidden in the shadows. "I... I don't remember," he said, his voice filled with a sense of panic that was alien to him. "It's all blank." Karen felt a chill run down her spine. The doctor had mentioned that amnesia was a possibility, but she hadn't allowed herself to believe it would happen to Plankton. "It's okay," she assured him, her voice shaky. Plankton's eye searched hers, desperation flickering in their depths. "What do you mean, I don't remember?" Karen took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of anxiety brewing within her. "Sometimes with concussions, memories can be a bit jumbled. But don't worry, they'll come back to you." She hoped her reassurance sounded more convincing than it felt. The doctor had warned her that the road to recovery might be bumpy, but she had never anticipated Plankton's memory loss. Her mind raced, trying to think of ways to help him, to fill in the blanks without overwhelming him. "Do you remember anything at all?" she asked, her voice gentle. Plankton's eye searched the room again, as if the answer was hiding in the corners. "I remember... I remember working," he said, his voice trailing off. "But it's all... fuzzy." Karen felt a pang of sadness at the lost look on her husband's face. She didn't know how to navigate this new, uncharted territory. But she knew she had to be strong for him. "It's okay, Plankton," she said, stroking his forehead with the back of her hand. "You just need to rest." The doctor had instructed her to keep the environment calm and familiar to aid in his recovery. So, she began to speak in soothing tones, telling him stories of their past adventures. Her words painted a picture of a life filled with love and adventure, and she watched as his face relaxed with each passing moment. His breathing grew steadier, his chest rising and falling in a more natural rhythm. The hospital room was a cocoon of beige and white, the only color coming from the bouquet of flowers she had brought from home. Plankton's chest rose and fell in the rhythm of deep sleep, his breathing steady and even. The heart monitor beeped reassuringly, a metronome to the symphony of his rest. His face was peaceful, free from the tension that had gripped it earlier. She felt a weight lift from her shoulders as she realized the immediate danger had passed. For now, at least, he was safe, and she was grateful for every moment of his peaceful rest. She knew the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but for now, she was content to sit by his side and enjoy the quiet.
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December 8, 2010 / Sleep Snoring is caused by breathing in air through a partially blocked airway. As you fall asleep, the muscles that keep your breathing passage open begin to relax while your throat contracts. The vibrating tissue produces the sound familiarly known as snoring. And whether a given person awakens to their own snores may also vary from night to night. A reflex in the upper airway prevents this collapse and keeps windpipes open when youโ€™re awake. But when youโ€™re asleep, that reflex isnโ€™t as strong. The upper airway tends to partially collapse, and breathing becomes noisier. Snoring can be an occasional occurrence or something that happens on a regular basis. As the air forces through, causes soft tissues in mouth, nose and throat to bump into one other and vibrate. During sleep, the airways tend to narrow, which may cause increased airflow resistance. Tightening causing include increased exposure to allergens; cooling of the airways; being in a reclining position; and hormone secretions that follow a circadian pattern. Sleep itself may even cause changes in bronchial function. The vibration of relaxed throat tissues during sleep causes snoring. During sleep, the muscles loosen, narrowing the airway. As a person inhales and/or exhales, the moving air causes tissue to flutter thus make noise. Some people are more prone to snoring because of the size and shape of the muscles and tissues in their neck. In other cases, excess relaxing of the tissue or narrowing of the airway can lead to snoring.
๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ฌ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ฎ๐–ฆ๐–ค๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ฑ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐–ญ๐–พ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ฅ๐–บ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ part 1 Chip came home early from a friend's house. His parents are named Karen and Plankton. They didn't expect Chip home so early, nor do they notice him outside their bed room door. Plankton has an autistic neurodisability they've kept hidden, so imagine Chip's confusion upon seeing his dad having an absence seizure. Plankton's eye stared blankly ahead, unblinking, as Karen sat by him. "I've your box of your special sensory items. What plushie might you want?" she whispered. "I'll just get your stuffed bear." Her voice was soothing, and calm. The room was silent except for the rhythmic sound of his breathing. He was in the midst of an absence seizure, his mind momentarily adrift. She knew the routine by heart. Everything had to be just right to bring him back to reality without causing distress. Karen gently picked up the box. She selected a favorite plush, the worn bear, and then carefully approached. As she neared, she noticed Chip, his eyes wide and scared, staring at the scene from the doorway. She swallowed her surprise, trying to maintain the serene faรงade. "Hi sweetie, come in," she managed, her voice steady. Chip tiptoed closer, his heart racing. He had never seen his dad like this. "What's happening to Dad?" he whispered. Karen knelt beside him, her eyes full of warmth. "Chip, right now Dad is just having a little rest but with his eye open. It's like when you get so lost in a video game you don't hear me calling you." "But why is he like this?" Chip's curiosity was palpable, his voice shaking slightly. Karen took a deep breath, choosing her words with care. "Dad has what's called a congenital neurodisability," she began. "It's a bit like when a daydream but his 'neuroregressions' are more intense for him. One might call these moments 'brain hiccups'. We kept it hidden because he didn't want people to judge him." Chip's gaze never left his father's frozen expression. "But why hide it?" Karen squeezed his hand, her eyes reflecting empathy. "Because, dear, some people might not understand. They could make fun or treat him differently. We didn't want his world to be harder. And you know your father values his pride." Chip nodded, his thoughts racing. He had always known his dad was different, but he had never quite put his finger on how. "Can I talk to him?" Karen's smile was soft. "It's important that you know, but we want to make sure he's okay with sharing too. It's a form of autism he has. But right now he's in a little bubble. It's like he's in a different world, okay? But we can coax him back gently." She placed the bear in Plankton's hand. His hands curled around it instinctively, clutching the familiar softness. "He might not immediately engage with you, but you can try speaking to him." Chip leaned closer, his voice trembling. "Dad?" Plankton's eye remains fixed, unblinking. Karen gave him a gentle nudge. "Remember, sweetie, don't touch his body or startle him. Just let him know you're here." "Dad, it's us, and a stuffed bear is also here for you. The bear is so soft," Chip said, his voice a mix of fear and wonder. "It's waiting for you to wake up." He paused, watching his father's unmoving hand. Plankton's thumb twitched slightly against the plush fabric. It was the tiniest of movements, but it was something. Karen nodded encouragingly from the sidelines, her eyes never leaving her husband. "That's it, Chip," she murmured. "Keep talking to him." Chip swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes wet with unshed tears. He took another deep breath and leaned even closer. "Dad, can you feel the bear?" He paused, watching his father's hand tighten around the plush toy. "It's here, wanting you to play. Do you see it's smiling? Look, the bear's smiling just for you." Plankton's hand moved slightly, tracing the bear's stitched smile with his thumb. Karen's eyes filled with relief as she watched the connection unfold. "See, Dad?" Chip whispered, his voice barely audible. "The bear missed you. It's here to keep you company until you're ready to come back to us." His words were met with a faint sigh from Plankton, a sign his brain was slowly emerging from its brief retreat. Encouraged, Chip took the stuffed bear and waved it in front of Plankton's vacant gaze. "Look, the bear's waving back!" He hoped the motion would catch Plankton's attention, but his father remained even more still, his eye unmoving. He tried a different tactic, placing the bear gently on Plankton's lap and giving it a little shake. "It's okay, Dad, the bear wants to play," he said, his voice a soft coax. "What do you say? Can we play together?" For a moment, nothing. Then, a flicker. Plankton's eye moved slightly, refocusing on the bear. It was a small victory. "Look, Dad, it's smiling at you. It's happy you're holding it," Chip said, his voice steady now. Slowly, Plankton's hand began to stroke the bear's fur. The rhythmic motion was almost mesmerizing. Karen watched, her own heart rate returning to normal. It was always a delicate balance, bringing him back. "That's right, Dad," Chip said, his voice filled with encouragement. "You're doing great." He picked up another plushie from the box, a small octopus with long, waving tentacles. "Look what else I found, an octopus!" Plankton's gaze shifted slightly. "It's got eight arms and can give you so many hugs at once." Chip held the octopus up. Plankton's hand twitched. Karen watched with a tiny smile, her heart swelling with pride for her son's patience. "Why don't you put it on Dad's other hand?" she suggested quietly. Chip nodded, gently placing the octopus on his father's hand. Plankton flinched at first but soon grew still again. "Now, Dad, you have more friends to keep you company," Chip said. "They're so friendly and smart." Karen watched as Chip was about to speak again but she held up a finger, signaling for him to wait. Plankton's eye blinked suddenly, breaking the glassy stare. His gaze flitted around the room, trying to piece together his surroundings, his expression puzzled. "You're okay," Karen said, her voice a gentle whisper. "K-Karen?" he croaked, his voice hoarse from his unspoken silence. "What...what's going on?" he asked, his voice weak but growing stronger. Chip watched, his own anxiety fading as he saw his dad's confusion. He held up the octopus. "Look, Dad, it's okay. We're here. You had a little brain hiccup but we're playing with plushies." He tried to smile, unsure if Plankton would understand.
๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ฌ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ฎ๐–ฆ๐–ค๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ฑ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐–ญ๐–พ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ฅ๐–บ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ part 2 But Plankton's expression was not one of relief. His face flushed red with embarrassment as reality crashed in on him. He realized his son had seen him at his most vulnerable, caught in the grip of his condition. He jerked his hand away, the octopus falling to the floor. "What are you doing here?" he snapped. Chip took a step back, his hands up in a placating gesture. "I-I didn't mean to scare you," he stuttered. "I just... came ho-" "Why are you watching me like that?" he snarled. "You have no right to see me like this!" Karen stepped in, her voice steady. "Chip didn't mean to, love. He just came home early and found you in a seizure. It's ok. You know he loves you." Plankton's anger was a storm quickly building. He glared at Chip, his eye wild. "Get out!" he shouted. "This isn't your business!" The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. Chip's eyes filled with hurt, his cheeks burning. He backed away, clutching the stuffed octopus. "Dad, I just wanted to help," he murmured. But Plankton was beyond reason, fear and embarrassment having turned to anger. "I said get out!" Plankton yelled again, his voice echoing in the small room. Chip's lip trembled, but he didn't dare disobey. He turned and fled, his feet pounding on the hallway floor, leaving his parents behind. Once in the safety of his room, Chip slammed the door shut and sank to the floor, his back pressed against it. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he held the octopus to his chest. It felt strange, his dad's reaction with such fury directed at him. Karen turned to Plankton, knowing the storm of emotion her son had just felt. "It's okay, it's okay," she whispered, her eyes filled with concern. "You're okay. Chip's okay. It was just a surprise for everyone." Plankton took a deep, shaky breath, his mind racing. He knew he had overreacted, but the fear of being exposed had taken hold. He had always been so careful, so private about his condition. Now, Chip knew his secret. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible. Karen sat beside him, her hands resting lightly on his arm. "You don't have to apologize," she said, her voice calm. "But you do need to talk to him. He's scared and confused." Plankton nodded, his gaze flickering to the floor. He knew she was right. He had always been so careful about his neurodivergence, meticulous about not letting others see. But Chip had seen him, and now there was no going back. He took a deep breath and turned to Karen. "You're right," he said firmly. "I need to talk to him." He knew the conversation would be hard, but he owed it to Chip. His heart heavy, he walked to the door. When he entered Chip's room, the air was thick with silence. Chip sat on his bed, his back to the door, clutching the octopus tightly. Plankton's heart clenched at the sight of his son's hunched figure. He knew the hurt he had caused. "Chip," he began, his voice raspy. "I'm s-sorry." He took another step forward, but his son didn't move. "I didn't mean to scare you, or to shout. It's just..." His words trailed off. How could he explain the fear and vulnerability that had consumed him? "I know you didn't mean to intrude," he said, his voice softer now. "But seeing me like that...it's not something I wa-" "You're quirky," Chip cut in, not turning around. "And now I know why." Plankton swallowed hard, his heart racing. He had never talked to Chip about his neurodisability before, not in such direct terms. "Yes," he admitted. "But I'm still yo-" "I know," Chip nods. "But why didn't you tell me you were like this? Why didn't mom ever just tell me you're...?" Then a slur slipped out before he could stop it, a term he'd heard used before, but never really understood the weight of. Plankton's breath hitched, and his eye grew wide. The room was suddenly colder, as if his heart had frozen. Without another word, he stood abruptly, leaving Chip's room. He went in his room after slamming the door shut. Karen looked up. "So Plankton, ho-" But Karen cut her own question short upon the sight of her husband's face. "Plankton, whaa-" Plankton's features were twisted in anger, a rage that seemed to pulse with each beat of his heart. "How could you say that?" he spat out, his eye flashing. "How could you both think that about me?" His voice was low, dangerously so, each word a blow that echoed in the quiet space. Karen, of course, didn't know what's been said. "What are you talking about, love?" But Plankton couldn't articulate the hurt that had just been unleashed. Karen, sensing the shift in the room, stepped closer, her hand reaching out. "Plankton, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. But Plankton flinched, his body retreating from her touch. "It's nothing," he muttered, his voice strained. He couldn't bear to repeat Chip's hurtful slur. So he turned away from Karen, his back to her, his shoulders rigid. The silence grew thick between them, a barrier she wasn't sure she could breach. "Plankton?" she asked again, her voice concerned. "What's goโ€”" "I can't," he choked out, his eye stinging. "I can't tell you." His voice was barely a whisper, the words forced through a throat constricted by pain and shame. Karen's eyes search his face, her heart aching at his distress. "Is it about your condition?" she ventured gently. Plankton nodded, his back still to her. "Chip... thinks I'm...less than," his voice cracked. Karen inched closer. "Oh that's not tr-" But Plankton whirled on her, cutting her off. "Don't make excuses for him!" he shouted, his voice shaking with emotion. Karen took a step back, her eyes wide with shock. "I'm not making excuses," she said carefully. "I just want to know what hapโ€“" But Plankton was beyond hearing her. His mind was a tumult of emotions: anger, hurt, and fear. He had worked so hard to keep his condition a secret, to shield himself from the cruelty of the world. And now, his own son had labeled him with a term so loaded with stigma and pain. "It's not right," he murmured, his fists clenching at his sides. "It's not right that he thinks that way. It's not right that anyone thinks that way!" Karen watched him, her eyes full of sadness. "Plankton, sweetie, come sit with me," she said softly, patting the space beside her.
๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ฌ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ฎ๐–ฆ๐–ค๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ฑ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐–ญ๐–พ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ฅ๐–บ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ part 3 With a heavy sigh, Plankton collapsed onto the bed, his body shaking with the effort of holding back his tears. He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders heaving. Karen wrapped her arms around his shaking frame, holding him tightly. "You're not less than," she whispers. "What could Chip have possibly said to make you feel like that?" But Plankton remained silent, a painful reminder of the times he'd been taunted and misunderstood by those who didn't know him. He felt Karen's gentle touch on his shoulder, a silent offer of comfort that only made his throat tighten more. "It's okay," she said softly. "You can tell me. Whatever it is, we'll work through it." But Plankton was too lost in his own pain to share the specifics with her. The word hung in the air between them, a heavy weight that seemed to press down on his chest. He couldn't bring himself to repeat it, to give voice to the hurt that had been thrown at him. It was a reminder of all the times his differences had made him feel less than, all the times he'd been the but of jokes or the subject of whispers. Karen's eyes searched his, desperate to understand the pain she saw etched into his features. But Plankton couldn't find the words. He just sat there, his body shaking with the force of his unspoken grief. The silence stretched on, each second feeling like an eternity. Finally, with a tremble in his voice, he spoke. "He said a word," he managed to get out. "A word that hurts more than you know." Karen's heart squeezed tightly in her chest. "What word?" she asked softly, afraid of what she might hear. "Just, don't defend him!" he roared. "Don't you dare defend him! I know you're just gonna say how he's a kid or doesn't know better, or that he didn't mean it; but that word cuts deeper than you could ever understand!" Plankton's fists clenched tightly, his knuckles white with the effort of not lashing out. Karen's eyes were filled with tears, her heart breaking at the raw emotion spilling from her husband. "What word?" she whispered, dread coiling in her stomach. He took a deep breath, his voice strained as he forced the word out. "Ret-" He choked, unable to complete it. He shook his head. "That word," he finally managed, his voice barely above a murmur. Karen's eyes widened in horror, understanding dawning on her. "Oh, no; Plankton," she breathed. "No." She pulled him closer, her own tears flowing freely now. "You're not that," she assured him fiercely. "You're brilliant, and kind, and the best father Chip coโ€”" "Don't," Plankton whispered, his voice hoarse. "Don't say it's okay. It's not." Karen's heart broke further. "I'm s-sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "I-I'm sorry he said that. We need to talk to him," she said firmly. "He needs to underst--" But Plankton cut her off with a harsh shake of his head. "No," he whispered, his voice weak. "He doesn't get to see me like this. He doesn't get to havโ€”" "But he's our son," Karen interrupted gently. "And he loves you. He needs to know to never use that word again." Plankton's shoulders slumped in defeat. He knew she was right. He had to talk to Chip. He had to explain the hurt that the word caused. But the thought of facing his son, of explaining his fears and vulnerabilities, was almost too much to bear. "I can't do it," he whispered. "I just can't. He won't listen to me." Karen nodded, understanding his pain. "Then I'll go," she said, determined. "I'll talk to him, make him understand." With a heavy heart, she stood and walked to Chip's closed door. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. When she opened the door, she found Chip sitting on his bed. Her eyes searched her son's face, looking for signs of understanding or remorse. Instead, she found only a child lost in his own thoughts, the octopus still gripped tightly in his hand. "Chip," she began, her voice shaking with barely contained emotion. "What did you say to your father?" Chip looked up, his eyes innocent. "I just asked why you guys didn't tell me," he mumbled, not meeting her gaze. "But he got so mad.." Karen felt a mix of anger and sadness wash over her. "What exactly did you say to him?" she asked, her voice tight. "I don't know," Chip said, his voice small. "I just said why didn't you guys tell me he's like that. I said he's re---" he murmured, the weight of the slur heavy on his tongue. Karen's face contorted in anger. "How could you say such a thing?" she snapped. "Do you know what that word means? Do you have any idea how much pain it causes?" Chip shrunk under her glare, his eyes darting around the room as he searched for an escape from the intensity of her gaze. "It's just a word," he mumbled defensively. "I don't know why it's such a big de-" "It's not just a word, Chip," Karen said, cutting him off. Her voice was sharp, each syllable laced with disappointment. "It's a word that hurts people, that makes them feel less than who they are." She stepped closer, her eyes boring into his. "Do you know how much your father has suffered because of people calling him that?" Chip's eyes grew wide, the gravity of his words sinking in. He hadn't meant to hurt his dad, but now he realized the weight of his carelessness. "But I didn't mean it like that," he stuttered, his voice thick with unshed tears. "I just didn't know what else to call it." Karen's expression softened slightly, her anger giving way to sadness. "Chip, sweetie, that word is not just some description," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "It's a word that has been used to hurt and belittle people like your dad for a long, long time." She sat beside him, placing a hand on his arm. "You have to understand that words have power. And when you use that power to wound someone, especially someone you love, it causes deep, deep pain."
๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ฌ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ฎ๐–ฆ๐–ค๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ฑ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐–ญ๐–พ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ฅ๐–บ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ part 9 Karen sighs. "It's almost noon, Plankton. Remember your biannual dental x-rays? We gotta get going. Sandy could you stay with Chip? We won't be too long." Karen helps him get ready, her movements efficient and caring. She knows the dentist can be a sensory trigger for him. Arriving at the dentist's office, the receptionist smiles politely. "Ah, Mr. Plankton," she says. "We've been expecting you." Plankton simply nods as they enter the waiting room. He starts rocking. Karen notices, her hand on his shoulder. "It's ok," she whispers. "Mr. Plankton?" The dentist's gentle voice echoes through the waiting room. Plankton and Karen follow the dentist to the x-ray area across the hall. Plankton's heart races as he's led into the room, his eye darting around, taking in the cold, sterile environment. The dentist, a squid named Dr. McTentacles, notices his distress and tries to soothe him. "It's ok, Mr. Plankton," he says gently. "It's a quick x-ray and you'll be done!" Plankton nods, trying to compose himself. "You're going to be ok," Karen whispers as the dentist prepares the machine. He allows the x-ray film touch his mouth, biting down as the images light up. Dr. McTentacles then removes the film. "All done! I'm gonna go back and look at these," he says, going out of Plankton's earshot with Karen in tow. "Mrs. Plankton," he starts, his tentacles tapping a screen. "Your husband's wisdom teeth are growing in. They're looking a bit... misaligned," he says, showing the images to Karen. Karen nods, her eyes scanning the x-rays. "What does that mean?" she asks, trying to keep her voice even. "It means," Dr. McTentacles says, "that they might cause some discomfort, or even other potential problems. We must consider extraction. I know he has sensory issues, so we'll need to approach this carefully." Karen nods. "When should we do it?" she asks. "As soon as possible," the dentist replies. "But we'll have to talk to Plankton about it. Make sure he's comfortable with the process. It's important that he feels safe." Karen nods again, her mind racing with the implications of surgery for Plankton. "We've got inhalational sedative/anaesthesia available, which should make it easier for him." Karen's eyes widen with relief at the mention of sedatives. "That... that sounds good," she says. "How soon can we...?" "We'll need to schedule another appointment," Dr. McTentacles says, his tentacles still tapping at the screen. "I have tomorrow open. It can be done here in my office, under unconsciousness." Karen nods, trying to absorb the information. She glances back at Plankton, his eye flickering as he looks around the room. "Tomorrow's fine," she says, her voice tight. As they walk back to the waiting area, Plankton's hand finds hers, his grip tight. "What did he say?" he asks, his voice strained. Karen's heart aches as she looks into his worried eye. "It's your wisdom teeth, dear," she says gently. "They're coming in a bit... funny." Plankton's grip on her hand tightens. "What does that mean?" he asks, his voice high with anxiety. "It means they might cause you some pain," Karen explains, keeping her voice calm and soothing. "But we're going to take care of it, okay? In the morning, we'll come back and the dentist will remove them." Plankton's eye widens in fear. "They're going to give you gas to help you sleep through it," Karen explains, her voice calm but firm. "You won't feel a thing. It's like... a nap. A nap that makes your mouth feel better when you wake up." Plankton nods, his grip loosening slightly. "A... a nap?" he repeats, his voice quivering. "Okay," he says, his shoulders dropping. Karen can see the trust in his eye, and she feels a wave of relief wash over her. "Come on," she says, her voice gentle. Plankton nods, his gaze on the floor as they leave the dentist's office. Once home, Plankton retreats to the corner of their bedroom, as Sandy and Chip come in. "So Karen, how was his dentist?" Sandy asks. Karen sighs. "We have to get his wisdom teeth out," she says. "Tomorrow early in the morning. You and Chip can be in the waiting room. They gave special permission to let me be with Plankton during the procedure." Early the next morning Karen drove them back to the dental office. Chip stayed with Sandy in the waiting area as Karen and Plankton followed Dr. McTentacles to his surgical exam office. The room was colder than the last, making Plankton shiver. Karen held his hand tightly, whispering reassurances. "It's okay, just a nap," she reminded him. The nurse, a crab named Nurse Cherry, looked at him with kind eyes. "Let's get you set up," she said, helping him onto the chair. Nurse Cherry placed a mask over his face, and he started to breathe in the sweet smelling gas. "Just a nap," Karen murmured, her voice getting further away. The room began to swim, and Plankton's body felt like it was sinking into the chair. The last thing he knew was the sound of his wife's comforting presence before everything disintegrated into nothing. Plankton's body grew limp as the anesthesia took hold.
November 6, 2019 As you fall asleep the soft palate in your mouth, your tongue, and throat relax, which causes a partial blockage of your airway. As air tries to get it through it causes the tissues to vibrate. The more your airway narrows the louder the snoring becomes. A soft palate, thick throat tissue, and weak throat muscle tone are some physical reasons. When you sleep, all of the muscles in your body become more relaxed. Snoring is caused by air squeezing through the narrowed or blocked airway. In some cases, a person snores when their tongue or the tissue in the back of the throat relaxes while they sleep. Airflow is constricted, causing a vibrating sound. Naturally, when a person sleeps, their muscles relax slightly, a process that can cause the airways to shrink. That tissue places pressure on the nasal passages, keeping air from freely flowing. During waking hours, the tissues in the throat and upper airway are open, and air enters the lungs easily for most people. During sleep, the soft tissues and tongue relax. This can partially block the airway. If the air coming in and out of the airway meets resistance, vibration can occur, causing snoring. Sometimes the brain cannot properly signal the muscles that control breathing, may also produce snoring. Snoring occurs when your upper airways narrow too much, causing turbulent airflow. This, in turn, makes the surrounding tissues vibrate, producing noise. Snoring is a noise made as we breathe during our sleep.
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๐–ณ๐–ฎ ๐–ข๐–ง๐– ๐–ญ๐–ฆ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ถ๐–ฎ๐–ฑ๐–ซ๐–ฃ pt. 3 Sequel to Autism And All by NeuroFabulous https://emojicombos.com/autism-and-all Read the Autism And All one first! Plankton's mouth feels like it's been stuffed with cotton, his tongue thick. He tries to form words. "Ma...ma..." he whispers, his voice a slur. Karen's eyes light up at the sound. "You're ok," she says, her voice a balm to his frayed nerves. "You had your teeth out. You might feel funny for a little while." He looks at Karen, his eye searching hers. "Wh...wh...whath?" he stammers, his speech jumbled. Karen leans closer, her smile reassuring. "Your wisdom teeth, Plankton. They took them out so you won't have any trouble with them later." But the words don't make sense to him, his brain still fuzzy from the anesthesia. He tries to speak again. "Wi...wis...wis..." he stammers. Karen nods. "Wisdom teeth," Karen repeats slowly. "They're out now. You're all done!" The words swirl in Plankton's head, not quite making sense. He feels his mouth, the cottony feeling replaced by the pressure of gauze. He giggles. "My moufs fweel funmy," he says, his words slurred. Karen laughs softly. "It's because of the surgery, sweetie. Your mouth is healing." She coos. "I fink I sownd funny," he says, his eye glinting with mirth. The nurse returns, checking his vitals. "How are you feeling?" she asks. Plankton looks up, his eye glassy. "Wibidy wobidy," he slurs, his speech a mess of sounds and syllables. Karen can't help but laugh, despite the situation. "You're doing great," she says with love for his confused silliness. The nurse chuckles, too. "It's the anesthesia," she explains. "It'll wear off soon." His gaze darts to his own fingers. "Wook at my fingews," he says to Karen, his speech slurred from the anesthesia. Karen nods, smiling. "Oh yeah?" Plankton nods, his cognitive abilities still under the fog. "Yeth," he slurs, trying to sit up. "Take it easy," she says. "You're still woozy." The room feels like it's spinning as Plankton tries to sit up, his brain struggling to keep up with his body's movements. "Wha...?" he mumbles, his gaze unfocused. But Plankton's curiosity wins out. He reaches up to touch a finger to his mouth, feeling the thickness of the gauze. "Fingews," he repeats, his voice still slurred. Karen laughs with affection. "It's ok honey," she says. "You're doing great." Plankton looks around the room, his eye still unfocused. "Wheh...wheah awe we?" he mumbles. The nurse explains patiently, "You're in the recovery room at the dentist's office. You just had your wisdom teeth removed." But the words don't quite register, and he nods slowly, his mind racing with confusion and curiosity with wonder, taking in the world as if seeing it for the first time. The colors, the shapes, the soundsโ€”everything is fresh and new. He looks at his hands as if it's an alien appendage. "Wook ath dis," he says to Karen, his voice a mix of amazement and bewilderment. His fingers spread wide, then close into a fist, then open again. "Wook whath I can do!" Karen swells with love. It's like watching him discover the world anew, like a baby seeing his own hands for the first time. She can't help but smile at his innocent fascination. The nurse nods at Karen. "You can take him home now. Just make sure he rests and takes it easy." Karen nods, her smile never leaving her screen. She helps Plankton up. "Hi," he says, his voice a slurred mumble. As they make their way to the car, Plankton's steps are unsteady, his body still fighting the remnants of the anesthesia. He looks around with wonderment, as if seeing the world in a new light. "Mowah?" he asks, pointing to the sky. Karen laughs gently. "It's the sun, honey. It's ok." Plankton nods, his mind trying to piece together the puzzle of his reality. "We're gonna pick up Chip from the park. He's with Hanna.." "Chip...Chip, Chip," he repeats, the word rolling off his tongue. The car ride is a blur of sounds and sensations that Plankton tries to filter out. He leans his head against the cool window, watching the world pass by in a haze. Karen keeps glancing back at him in the rearview mirror, amusement etched on her face. "You ok?" she asks. Plankton nods, his eye heavy. "Tiwed," he murmurs. "Try not to fall asleep," she says. "Because we're almost there." His eye drifts to the passing scenery. Trees whiz by. He counts the telephone poles, his slurred voice mumbling the numbers. "One, two, free, four..." "Almost there," Karen says. Plankton nods, his hand finding the seatbelt buckle, tracing its edges. "Five, sis, seb..." But alas, Plankton's efforts to stay alert are in vain. His lid flutters and his head nods. "Plankton, keep your eye open," Karen says, her voice a gentle reminder. But his body has other plans, succumbing to the sedative's embrace. "Wake up, Plankton," Karen says, a hint of laughter in her tone. She knows he can't help it. His slumber is deep, his snores a soft echo in the car. She watches him in the mirror, his face relaxed in sleep. It's a rare sight. Plankton's normally alert and active demeanor is replaced by a peaceful stillness that fills the car. The surgery was a success, yet the anesthesia has taken its toll. Karen pulls into the parking lot of the park, the sun casting a warm glow. "Wakey, wakey," she sings. Plankton's snores hitch, but his eye stays shut. She opens the car door and the chilly air fills the car, carrying with it the laughter of children playing. "Plankton," she calls, her voice gentle but firm. He stirs, his body protesting the interruption. "Chip?" he mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. Karen laughs softly. "Yes, we're here to get Chip. Time to wake up." She reaches over and squeezes his hand. His eye blinks open, the pupil dilating as he takes in his surroundings. "Wha...?" he mumbles, his brain still fighting the anesthesia. Hanna and Chip look up as their car approaches. "What happened?" Chip asks as he gets in the car. Karen starts to answer, but Plankton's slurred interjection stops her. "Dey hook my teefs!" he says, his words a jumble. Chip's eyes widen. "He had his wisdom teeth out," Karen explains. Hanna looks at Plankton, her expression one of concern. "How are you feeling?" she asks. "Wibidy wobidy," he slurs. "Buh I dunno." Karen smiles. "So, we went to the dentist," she says, waving bye to Hanna. "They had to take his wisdom teeth out." Chip looks confused. "What does that mean, Mom?" He asks Karen. "Well Chip, your dad had some teeth that were gonna cause problems, so they took them out," Karen starts. "But the medicine they gave him makes him feel funny. It's like when you have a sleepover and wake up groggy." Chip nods. "What medicine?" He continues. Plankton tries to answer, but his speech is still slurred. "Dey gabe me sumpin' to sleep," he mumbles, his eye half-closed. "It's called anesthesia," Karen says, her voice calm and steady. "It's what helps people not feel pain during surgery." Chip nods, watching his dad with a mix of curiosity and concern. "But it makes him a bit loopy," Karen adds as they pull away. "Chip," Plankton starts. "Whath thad?" "It's my hand, Dad," Chip answers, confused. "Chip's hamv?" Plankton persists, his mind still fuzzy. Karen chuckles, seeing his curiosity piqued. "Chip's hamv?" Plankton repeats, his speech still slurred. Chip holds up his hand. "It's just a hand, Dad," he says. Karen laughs. "It's his hand, Plankton. It's ok. You're just a bit loopy." "Wook ath the clows," Plankton says, lazily pointing at the clouds. Karen smiles. "They're just clouds," she says. Plankton giggles, his eye glazed with a childlike wonder. Karen knows this phase won't last, but she cherishes it.
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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"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.
CHIP ON THE SHOULDERS xii (By NeuroFabulous) Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye opening slightly to see the familiar sight of their front door. The house looked warm and welcoming, a haven from the overstimulation of the outside world. He nodded, his antennae drooping. "Home," he murmured, his voice still slurred. Karen helped him out of the car, his legs wobbly under the weight of his still-sluggish body. The fresh air was a shock to his sensitive system, his antennae quivering at the sudden change. "Come on," she urged gently, her arm around his waist. "Let's get you inside." Plankton leaned heavily on Karen as they made their way up the path to the house. The brightness of the sun was almost painful, his eye squinting against the light. "I'm shorry," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "Soo tired..." Karen chuckled softly, her arm tightening around him. "It's okay, Plankton," she said, her voice a gentle breeze. "You can sleep as soon as we..." But her words were lost as his antennae drooped, his body giving in to the siren call of sleep. His eyelid fluttered closed, his head lolling forward. "Plankton," she whispered, her voice a gentle nudge. But his body was heavy, his antennae still. With a sigh, Karen picked him up, cradling him against her chest. His antennae twitched slightly at the sudden motion, his eye opening to slits. "Wha..." he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "You're okay, Plankton," she soothed, her voice a gentle whisper. "We're going inside." Her arms were strong, her movements slow and steady, carrying his weight with ease. The world outside faded away, replaced by the warmth and comfort of their home. Inside, Sandy and Chip played chess, the only other sounds the soft footsteps of Karen's feet and Plankton's muffled snores. Sandy looked up as Karen carried in the sleeping Plankton, his antennae drooping like wilted flowers. "How's he doing?" she asked, her voice low. Karen nodded. "The surgery went well," she murmured. "But he's still out of it." Chip looked up from his chess board, his eyes wide as his mom carried his dad. Sandy quickly set aside the chess pieces and rushed to help. Karen set him on the couch, his antennae brushing the fabric as he was laid down. "Just rest here for a moment," she murmured, her hand smoothing his antennae. Chip watched, his curiosity piqued by his dad's vulnerable state. "Is he okay?" he whispered, his eyes searching Karen's face for answers. "He's fine," she assured him, her voice soft. "He's just really tired from the surgery. The anesthesia makes it hard for his brain to stay awake." Chip nodded, watching as Karen tucked a blanket around Plankton's form, her movements gentle and careful. "Why does Dad snore?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. "It's just his body's way of getting the air it needs," Karen explained, her voice a soft mumble. The living room was bathed in dim light, the curtains drawn to keep the world at bay. Plankton's snores grew louder, his antennae twitching with each inhale. Sandy's filled with concern. "Do you want me to stay?" she asked, her voice hushed. "Help with Chip?" Karen's smile was filled with gratitude. "That would be amazing," she murmured. "I need to keep an eye on Plankton." She gestured to the sleeping form on the couch. Sandy nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "Of course," she said. "I'll watch Chip." Her voice was a gentle whisper, not wanting to disturb the fragile peace that had descended upon the house. With Plankton safely on the couch, Karen turned to face Sandy. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice carrying the weight of the day's events. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Sandy waved a dismissive hand. "It's what friends are for," she said, her smile soft. "Now, go take care of Plankton. I've got this." Karen nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. She knew she could trust Sandy with Chip, especially in a time like this. She bent over Plankton, her hand brushing his antennae gently. "Rest," she whispered, her voice a soothing caress. "You're safe." Plankton's antennae twitched slightly, his sleep-laden eye sliding open. The room spun around him, the edges soft and fuzzy. "Karen?" he mumbled, his voice thick with slumber. Karen's face appeared above him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You're okay, Plankton," she whispered, her hand stroking his antennae gently. "You're safe." The words washed over him like a gentle wave, the warmth of her voice seeping into his bones. His antennae quivered slightly, his eyelid flickering. The room spun, his body heavy and sluggish. "Home," he murmured, his voice a sleepy echo of his earlier sentiment. Karen's smile grew, her eyes soft with affection. "Yes, we're home," she said, her voice a lullaby. "You can rest now." Plankton let out a contented sigh, his antennas drooping with exhaustion. The gentle stroking of Karen's hand on his antennae was the last thing he felt before his mind slipped fully into the abyss of sleep. His snores grew deep and even, his body finally at peace.
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."
AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY ix (Autistic author) Mr. Krabs knew that his rivalry with Plankton had always been about more than just the Krabby Patty. It was about pride, about being the best, about proving his worth. But as he looked at Plankton, his tiny form swallowed by the large couch cushions, he realized that none of it mattered compared to the pain he had caused. The next day, Plankton found himself sitting in the waiting room of a dentist's office, to get an X-Ray. Karen sat by him. "You ok?" she asked, her voice gentle. Plankton nodded, his antennas twitching nervously. The door to the exam room opened, and a cheerful dolphin dental hygienist waved them in. "Good morning, Plankton!" she chirped. "Ready for your X-ray?" Plankton's antennae shot up instinctively at the sudden noise, his body stiffening. Karen squeezed his hand gently, offering reassurance. "It's okay," she murmured. "We're here." The dolphin's smile was bright, but it was the softness in her eyes that helped Plankton relax slightly. They had been informed of his condition, and she approached with a gentle caution. "We'll take it slow," she said, her voice a gentle melody. "We're just getting an x-ray okay?" Plankton nodded, his antennae still quivering slightly. The dolphin hygienist, named Delfina, guided him into the exam room. The room was a symphony of white, a stark contrast to the cozy confines of the Chum Bucket. Plankton felt his heart racing in his chest, his antennae twitching as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Delfina the hygienist guided Plankton gently to the chair, her eyes filled with understanding. "Just sit back and relax," she said, her voice a gentle wave washing over him. Plankton did his best to remain calm. The hum of the machinery was a constant reminder of his sensory overload, but he focused on Karen's soothing presence beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder. Delfina moved with grace and precision, her movements fluid and unthreatening. She explained each step of the process to him, her voice a soft lullaby that helped to soothe his nervous system. "Open wide," she cooed, her eyes gentle as she placed the X-ray sensor in his mouth. Plankton's antennae trembled slightly, but he did as she instructed, his teeth clamping down on the cold, plastic device. The whir of the X-ray machine was like a tornado in his ears, but he focused on Karen's calming presence beside him. Her hand remained on his shoulder, a grounding force amidst the chaos of sensations. As the X-ray was completed Plankton took a deep breath, his antennae slowly unfurling. The doctor, a wise old sea turtle named Dr. Dolittle, entered the room, his eyes behind thick glasses scanning the X-ray results. Plankton tried to read his expression, his antennae quivering with anticipation. Dr. Dolittle's face remained neutral as he studied the images, but Plankton couldn't help the anxiety that bubbled up within him. "Well, Plankton," the doctor said, his voice deep and soothing. "It appears that you need to have your wisdom teeth out. They'll potentially cause issues.." Plankton's antennae shot up in panic, his grip on the chair tightening. The thought of surgery was overwhelming, a tsunami of fear crashing into the shores of his already-fragile nervous system. He froze, his body a statue of terror. The room around him was a blur of colors and shapes, the sounds of the dental office a cacophony. Karen's hand squeezed his shoulder, a silent reminder that he wasn't alone. Sponge Bob sat in the corner, his eyes wide with concern. He had accompanied Plankton for moral support, but the sight of his friend's distress was painful to watch. "It'll be okay," he murmured, his voice a soft whisper in the tense silence. But Plankton couldn't hear him. The words were lost in the symphony of his own fear. His antennae twitched rapidly, his breath shallow. Karen turned to Sponge Bob, her expression soft. "It's okay," she assured him, her voice low and calming. "He's just processing the words sinking in." Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes never leaving Plankton's distressed form. "I'm here, buddy," he offered, his voice a gentle wave in the storm of emotions. But it was Karen's voice that cut through the chaos, her words a lighthouse in the fog. "Plankton," she said, her tone firm but soothing, "you just breathe. We'll make sure of everything." Plankton nodded, his antennae still quivering, closing his eye as he took a shaky breath. Dr. Dolittle noticed Plankton's distress and offered a gentle smile. "Don't worry, Plankton. We'll make sure you're nice and sleepy before we do anything. It's a simple extraction, and you won't feel a thing." The room grew quiet as the doctor's words sank in. Plankton was terrified of the unknown, his mind racing with images of sharp tools and pain. His antennae twitched uncontrollably, and his body began to tremble. Karen leaned in, her voice calm and reassuring. "It's like going to sleep," she said, her eyes locked with his. "You won't feel anything, I promise." Plankton's antennae quivered slightly as he processed her words. "We're going to give you a little something to help you sleep," Delfina explained, her voice a gentle hum. "It'll be like a nap, and when you wake up, it'll all be over." Plankton's antennae stilled slightly, his breathing slowing as he nodded. The room was a whirlwind of activity as Delfina and Dr. Dolittle prepared for the procedure. Sponge Bob's hands were clenched into fists of worry, his eyes never leaving Plankton's. Karen noticed his distress and squeezed his shoulder. "It'll be okay," she whispered. "Remember, we're here for support." The scent of antiseptic filled the room, making Plankton's eyes water, but he nodded, his trust in his friends overriding his fear. Delfina approached with a clear liquid. "Drink this," she instructed, her voice a gentle whisper. "It'll help you relax." Plankton's antennae quivered but he did as she said, the liquid sliding down his throat with an eerie calmness. As the anesthetic took hold, his thoughts grew fuzzy, like the edges of a distant memory. He felt his body begin to relax, the tension in his muscles dissipating like a wave retreating from the shore. The world grew dark around him, the sounds of the dental office becoming muffled whispers. The weight of his fear lifted slightly as the gentle embrace of oblivion beckoned. They administered the i.v., the cold sting of the needle quickly forgotten as the warmth of the sedative spread through his tiny body. Plankton felt his muscles go slack, his antennae falling limply to his side. The room grew hazier, the colors and shapes melting like crayons on wet paper. He felt his consciousness slipping away, the fear retreating with it. Karen's hand remained on his shoulder, a beacon of warmth and comfort in the cold, sterile environment. As Plankton succumbed to the pull of sleep, he heard the muted voices of Karen and Sponge Bob, their words a gentle lullaby. Their presence was a warm blanket wrapped around him, shielding him from the cold, metal world of the dental chair. Sponge Bob watched as Plankton's tiny form grew still, his antennae finally at peace. He looked up at Karen, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and anxiety. "He's okay," she whispered, her voice a soothing wave. The room grew quieter as Plankton fell into a deep slumber, his antennae finally still, as he's completely asleep before they began the extraction. Delfina checked his vital signs, her flippers moving with the precision of a ballet dancer. "He's out," she murmured to Dr. Dolittle, who nodded in satisfaction.
๏ผƒ๏ผซ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ…๏ฝ…๏ผณ๏ฝ•๏ฝ’๏ฝ‡๏ฝ…๏ฝ’๏ฝ™ pt. 9 Plankton's eyelid grows heavier, and Patrick lets out a chuckle. Plankton's antennae twitch in surprise. He opens his eye halfway. "What?" he asks, his voice slurred. "You're falling asleep," Patrick says, his laughter bubbling. Sponge Bob watches his friend's struggle with a mix of concern and understanding. He knows Plankton's pride won't let him admit defeat so easily. So his eyes narrow slightly as a warning to Patrick. "I'm not sleepy," Plankton insists, his voice barely above a whisper. But his protests are met with Patrick's laugh. "I said, I'm not sleepy," Plankton insists, his eyelid drooping. "rIgHt," Patrick says, condescending. Plankton's antennae twitch in irritation. "I'm not sleepy," he says, his voice slurred. But his eyelid continues to drop, and Patrick notices. "You totally are," Patrick giggles. Plankton's antennae drop, still trying to battle with sleep. "Maybe you should just admit it, Plankie.." "Patrick," Sponge Bob warns, his tone a mix of concern and amusement. But Patrick's laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls. "Look, Plankton's going nighty-night," Patrick coos. Plankton grits his teeth, his eyelid flickering. "I'm not," he slurs, his voice barely audible. Sponge Bob tries to hold in a chuckle, his spongy cheeks twitching. Patrick leans in closer, his grin spreading wide. "You know, for a big, strong guy like you, you sure are tired," he says, his voice teasing. Plankton's antennae wobble in annoyance. "I'm not a baby, Patrick," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. But his protest is weak, his eyelid already half-closed. Sponge Bob bites his tongue, his own amusement bubbling up despite the situation. None of them know Karen's secretly filming this, turning video on. Patrick starts to mimic a lullaby, his deep, booming voice filling the room. "Hush little Plankton, don't say a word, mama's going to buy you all the candy in the sea..." Patrick's in his element, his imagination running wild and continues his nursery rhyme, his voice now a whisper. "And if that candy's not enough, then mama's going to buy you a new submarine..." "I said, I'm not a baby," he says, his voice gruff. But his stubbornness is no match for the medication, and his eyelid droops again. Sponge Bob watches, his own smile suppressed as he tries to keep the peace. Patrick's lullaby continues. "And if that new submarine doesn't make you fly, mama's going to catch you a jellyfish from the sky..." Plankton's antennae twitch. Sponge Bob's eyes widen slightly at the absurdity of it all, but he can't help but be touched by Patrick's efforts, however misguided. Patrick's lullaby continues, his voice now a gentle whisper. "And if that jellyfish's sting isn't right, mama's going to kiss it all better, goodnight..." Sponge Bob's smile spreads despite himself. He can see the caring intention behind Patrick's annoying persistence. Plankton's eye remains half-open, his antennae drooping. "I-I'm n-not sleepy," he mumbles, his words slurring together. Patrick's grin doesn't fade. "Hush, hush," he sings. "Don't you cry. Mama's gonna sing you to sleep, and when you wake up, you'll have jellyfish pie. And if that pie isn't sweet enough, mama's going to catch you a star..." Sponge Bob's cheeks are now shaking with suppressed laughter. Patrick's voice has turned into a soft, lilting melody. "And if that star doesn't shine, mama's going to build you a sandcastle so fine..." Plankton's eye closes completely despite his protests. Sponge Bob quickly claps his hands over his mouth to stifle a snicker. Patrick, oblivious to the effect his song is having, continues to serenade his sleepy friend. "And if that sand doesn't sparkle, mama's going to make it rain jelly..." Sponge Bob's shoulders shake with silent mirth. Plankton's breathing evened out, his antennae still, finally succumbing to sleep. "And if that rain isn't wet, mama's going to make you a sea...of...puddles... anโ€”" Patrick's voice trails off as he looks down. "Plankton?" he whispers, noticing Plankton's chest rising and falling evenly. Plankton's snores answer for him, a soft sound that fills the room. Sponge Bob's laughter bubbles over, his eyes watering. "Looks like he's out," he says, his voice still low so as not to disturb him. Patrick blinks in confusion, his smile fading. "But I wasn't done singing!" he protests, as Karen ends the video. Sponge Bob looks up at her, his smile now a chuckle. "Maybe you should save that for later," he suggests. Karen nods, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Or never," she says, her voice a whisper. Patrick pouts, his eyes on Plankton's sleeping form. "But I wanted to make him feel better," he says, his voice sulky. Sponge Bob nods. "Of course, Patrick," he says, his voice gentle. "He's asleep now, and that's the best thing for him." Patrick's eyes widen with curiosity. "But why does he snore like that?" he whispers. Sponge Bob looks at Plankton, his mind racing. "Well, everyone sleeps differently," he says, his voice hushed. "It's just how his body breathes when he's asleep." Patrick nods, his finger hovering near Plankton's cast. "Can I touch the cast?" he asks, his voice filled with wonder. Sponge Bob's eyes dart to Karen, who nods slightly. "Just be gentle," she warns. Patrick's finger taps the plaster lightly, his curiosity piqued. "It's so hard," he says, his voice filled with amazement. Plankton's antennae twitch in his sleep, and Sponge Bob quickly intervenes, placing a hand over Patrick's. "Let's not disturb him," he whispers. Patrick nods, his eyes still wide with interest. "What's it made of?" he asks. Sponge Bob thinks for a moment. "It's like...a super strong paste," he explains. "They use it to keep his leg still while it heals." Patrick nods. Patrick's finger hovers over Plankton's cast. "But why does it make him snore?" he whispers. Sponge Bob chuckles, his spongy body shaking slightly. "Well, it's not the cast," he says, his voice a soft whisper. "It's just how Plankton snores when he breathes in his sleep," he explains. "So it's not because of his leg?" he asks, his curiosity peaking. Sponge Bob shakes his head. "Nope, it's just the way he sleeps." Patrick looks thoughtful for a moment, his curiosity not sated. "But how?" he presses. Sponge Bob leans in, his voice low. "Well, when we sleep, our bodies relax, right?" Patrick nods, his attention fully on his friend's words. "But does he snore like that when he's not hurt?" Sponge Bob shrugs. "It's just his way of breathing when he's sleeping deeply," he says, his eyes on Plankton's chest as it rises and falls. Patrick's curiosity doesn't wane. "But why?" he whispers. Sponge Bob thinks for a moment, his spongy brow furrowing. "It's because of the medicine," he explains. "It helps with the pain, but it makes him sleepy. It's like when you're sleeping so soundly that you don't even know you're snoring," he says. "It's just his body's way of getting air." Patrick nods, his eyes never leaving Plankton's face, his eyes studying Plankton's slightly parted mouth. "But why does he make that noise?" Patrick asks, his curiosity boundless. Sponge Bob sighs. "Well, sometimes when we sleep, our throats relax and vibrate," he says, his voice soothing. "It's like when you're trying to make a funny sound, but it just happens when we're asleep, Patrick, snoring is something our bodies just do when we're really relaxed," Sponge Bob explains, his voice patient. Patrick nods, his finger still hovering over Plankton's cast. "But what about his leg?" he whispers. "Is it okay to sleep like this?" Sponge Bob nods, his eyes on Plankton's chest rising and falling with each snore. "It's fine," he says. "The cast is designed to keep his leg still. It's important for healing." Patrick's eyes move to Plankton's face, his gaze lingering on his mouth. "What's with the mouth?" he asks, his voice filled with wonder. Sponge Bob chuckles. "It's just his mouth relaxing," he says. "Everyone's face looks a bit different when they're sleeping. It's all part of his body getting the rest it needs." Patrick nods, his eyes now on Plankton's antennae, which are twitching slightly. "What about those?" he whispers. "Do they move in his sleep?" Karen smiles. "Sometimes," she says. "They can move when he's dreaming. Sometimes, when we dream, our bodies react to what's happening in our minds." Patrick's eyes light up with interest. "What do you think he's dreaming about?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Sponge Bob shrugs. "Could be anything," he says. "Maybe he's dreaming about inventing the best Krabby Patty ever. Everyone's body does something different when they're asleep." "But why does his mouth hang open?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity. Sponge Bob explains, "It's like when you're sleeping, and you don't realize your mouth is open," he says. "It's just his way of breathing when he's in a deep sleep. And, when we're asleep, our muscles relax, including the ones that keep our mouths closed." Patrick nods, his gaze still fixed on Plankton's open mouth.
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.
๐– ๐–ฃ๐– ๐–ฏ๐–ณ๐– ๐–ก๐–ซ๐–ค ๐–ฅ๐– ๐–ฌ๐–จ๐–ซ๐–ธ (๐–ก๐—’ ๐–ญ๐–พ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ฅ๐–บ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ) Pt. 4 The room is plunged into darkness, and Plankton feels his body begin to relax. He's exhausted as his eye flutters closed, his breathing evened out. But Chip is wide awake, his mind racing with thoughts of his dad's revelation. He watches Plankton's chest rise and fall in the dim moonlight. He's never seen him so still, so peaceful. It's a stark contrast to the manic energy he usually exudes while scheming or running from Mr. Krabs. Plankton's breathing becomes steadier, a soft snore escaping his mouth as he slips into sleep. Chip lies there for a while, listening to the gentle rhythm, feeling the warmth of his father's body next to him. He notices Plankton's hand, lying open on the bed, fingers slightly curled. Without thinking, Chip reaches out and takes it. It's comforting. Plankton's hand twitches slightly in his sleep, but he doesn't wake up. Chip thinks back to all the times his dad had been there for him, the endless stories of adventure and mischief, the way he'd always made him laugh. Eventually later in the night, Chip starts to notice something new. His father's quiet snores are interrupted by his voice. "Mm... osem...," Plankton mumbled in his sleep, his hand twitching slightly in Chip's grasp. He'd never heard this before! Curiosity piqued, Chip listened closer, his dad's words growing clearer. "Neur...where... hiding...ula..." Plankton mumbled before his voice trailed off into another snore. It dawned on Chip that his dad was talking in his sleep. It was like his brain was still working on autopilot, processing things even when he wasn't conscious. The rest of the night goes without incident. The next morning, the sun peeks through the cracks in the curtains, Chip's eyes blinking open to the sight of his father, still sleeping soundly. Plankton's hand is still wrapped around his, their fingers entwined in a silent testament to their newfound bond. Chip smiles, feeling his heart swell with love. He's always known his dad was special, but now he understands why in a way he never did before. Karen stirs in the early morning light, glancing at the bed beside her. She knows this is a momentous step for Plankton, letting Chip in on his secret. She smiles gently as she watches Chip wake. "Good morning, Chip," she says, keeping her voice low so not to disturb Plankton. "How did you sleep?" Chip sits up slowly, his eyes wide. "I heard Dad talking in his sleep," he whispers, his face scrunched in puzzlement. "It was weird, but I liked it. It felt like he was still with me, even when he was dreaming." Karen nods, her smile soft. "That's his brain doing its thing," she says. "Sometimes people with autism have a harder time turning off their thoughts at night. It's like his brain is still working on all the patterns and things he loves. He doesn't always do it, but it's not uncommon." Chip looks thoughtfully at his dad. Plankton stirs, his eye opening to see Chip staring at him. He blinks a few times, then sits up, his antennae springing to life. "Ah, morning," he says, his voice groggy. Chip quickly pulls away his hand, but not before Plankton notices. He clears his throat, his gaze shifting away from his son. "How'd you sleep?" he asks, trying to sound nonchalant. But Chip doesn't miss the look of vulnerability in his dad's eye. "Good," Chip replies, his voice still quiet. "Why do you snore, Dad?" He asks, as Karen stifles her laughter. "Is that because of aut-" Plankton's antennae shoot up in alarm. "WHAT?" He cuts Chip off abruptly, his eye darting to Karen. She nods gently. "It's not an autistic trait, but many people do." But Plankton's mind is racing. He's never heard himself snore. The realization that his son has noticed something so intimate, something he wasn't even aware of, sends a jolt of panic through him. "I... I don't snore," he stammers, his antennae quivering. Chip looks confused. "But you did, Dad," he says, his voice still soft. Karen steps in, trying to ease the tension. "It's just how some people breathe when they sleep," she explains. "It doesn't mean anything's wrong with you. Now Chip, you won your school's science fair and are going to the final competition right? If so, we need to pack and get on the road, as it'll take all day for me to drive to the hotel the program booked!" Plankton nods, relieved at the change in subject. "Yes, yes," he says, his voice a bit too eager. "The science fair. Chip's going to win." He turns to his son. "You're going to make me proud, aren't you?" Chip nods, a hint of a smile on his face. "I'll do my best, Dad," he says. They start to pack, the morning air filled with the bustle of activity. Plankton moves around the room, his movements sharp and precise. Chip watches him, noticing how his dad's autism affects even the simplest of tasks. Everything has to be in its place, every item packed just so. "Mom, what about the sensory toys?" Chip asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and concern. Karen glances at Plankton, then back at her son. "We have another box in the car," she says, her voice calm. "But Dad doesn't need them every second." Plankton nods, his antennae still quivering. "Just ones for travel," he adds, his voice tight.
๐–ณ๐–ฎ ๐–ข๐–ง๐– ๐–ญ๐–ฆ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ถ๐–ฎ๐–ฑ๐–ซ๐–ฃ pt. 4 Sequel to Autism And All by NeuroFabulous https://emojicombos.com/autism-and-all Read the Autism And All one first! Plankton's words come out in a slurry mess, and Karen understands he's trying to share his thoughts with them. "Cwouds...hampy clows. Wheah's the moo...moo? Moo...moom," he mumbles. "Wha...whath's that?" he asks, his eye searching the sky for something that's not there. Karen's laughter fills the car, lightening the mood. "It's just the sun, sweetie," she says. Chip looks at his dad with a mix of amusement and concern. "You ok?" he asks, his voice tentative. Plankton nods, his smile little more than a twitch of his lips as drool starts to form at the corner of his mouth. "Mom," Chip says, his voice tinged with concern. "He's fine, Chip. It's just the medicine wearing off." Karen answers as they pull up into the garage, Plankton's speech still slurred. "Wheath we gothin?" Plankton mumbles. "We're going inside, sweetie," Karen says, helping him out of the car. His legs feel like jelly, his body moving in slow motion as they make their way into the house. The lights seem too bright, the noises too loud. "Mom," Chip whispers, his eyes wide. "Is he ok?" "He's fine," she whispers back, her voice a gentle reminder of their earlier conversation. "This is normal after anesthesia." Inside, Plankton leans heavily on Karen, his eye half-closed. "Bed," he mumbles. Karen nods, guiding him towards the bedroom. "Come on, honey," she says, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "Let's get you to bed." The bed feels heavenly under his weight, the covers a warm embrace. Plankton sighs contentedly, his body melting into the softness. His mind is a whirlwind of sensations, but the comfort of the bed grounds him. Karen watches him. The slurred speech and confusion are a stark contrast to his usual sharp and focused self. But she knows this is just the medicine wearing off. Gently, she starts to remove the gauze from his mouth. Plankton's eye opens a crack, his pupil wide with uncertainty. "It's ok," she whispers, her voice soothing. "Let's get this out of here." "Mm-hmm," he murmurs. The gauze is sticky and uncomfortable, but he trusts her. Karen's hands are careful, her movements precise as she works to free his mouth from the confines of the cotton. Plankton winces, his mouth feeling dull and tender. The room tilts slightly as he closes his eye, his body surrendering to the exhaustion that follows surgery. "Now, would you like some i---" But Plankton's already snoring softly, lost to the world. Karen's laughter fills the space between them. She knew he'd be sore later though, not to mention his autistic sensitivities to managing pain.. The next morning, Plankton wakes with a sore mouth and the anesthesia gone. He manages to open his eye. The room is a blur of light and shadow, his gums pounding with a dull throb. His jaw feels achy, his tongue swollen and uncooperative. He tries to sit up as Karen greets him. "How are you feeling, honey?" "Wisdom teeth?" he asks, his memory a haze. Karen smiles. "Yes, sweetie. You had surgery yesterday. Everything went fine." Plankton nods slowly, his eye searching hers for reassurance as Chip comes in to check on his dad. "Hey, Dad," Chip says, his voice soft. "How's the mouth?" Plankton's eye twitches. "Hurt," he manages, his words muffled by the swollen tissue. Karen brings Plankton ice packs. She knows his sensory sensitivities, and how this disruption can overwhelm him. "Thanks, love," he says, his voice a rasp. Karen knew that Plankton's autism means recovery will be more challenging, his senses heightened. "You have to stay calm," Karen instructs Chip, "He needs a quiet environment to heal." Chip nods as he sits on the bed next to Plankton. Plankton's eye opens slightly as the cold ice presses against his cheek. The chill runs through him, a stark relief against the heat of his swollen gums. "It's ok," Karen whispers, her voice a balm to his pain. "It'll help with the swelling." He nods, his hand gripping the ice pack tightly. The room is too bright, the sounds too sharp. His mind craves the familiar comfort of his routines, his stims, but his body won't cooperate. Karen notices his distress, her hand gentle as it brushes his forehead. "You need some space, Plankton?" she asks, reading his cues. He nods, his breath coming in shallow pants. She nods and goes to sit on her bed adjacent to his own. Yet Karen sees the struggle play out across his features with the effort to keep calm, his body tight with tension. Chip, still sitting by his dad, wants to help. He starts to fiddle with his fidget toy, the soft click-clack of the gears echoing in the silence. Plankton's eye snaps open, his gaze drawn to the movement. "Chip, stop," he mumbles, his voice a mixture of pain and irritation. But Chip, eager to distract his father from his own discomfort, doesn't hear the edge in Plankton's voice. The clicking grows faster, each movement a blur of colors and shapes. Plankton's heart starts to race, his body tensing. "Chip," he says more firmly this time. But Chip's fingers dance on the fidget, his eyes focused on his task. The noise and visual assault are too much for Plankton's sensitive system. His face contorts. "Chip, please," Plankton whispers, his voice strained. Chip finally looks up, his expression one of innocent curiosity. "What, Dad? I--" But he doesn't get to finish his sentence. Plankton's hand snatches the fidget toy, his movements jerky. The room seems to shrink, the air thick with tension. Chip's eyes widen, realizing his mistake. "Dad, I'm sorโ€”" But Plankton's agitation has reached a peak. He thrusts the fidget toy away. The plastic clatters on the floor, a jolting sound that pierces the silence. "Too...much," he manages to get out, his voice strained. Chip's cheeks flush with embarrassment and guilt. He didn't mean to upset his father. He just wanted to help. "Sorry," Chip whispers, picking up the toy, which only makes Plankton's anger spike further. The sudden movement of Chip's hand, the sharp sound of the fidgetโ€” it's like a storm in his mind. "No!" Plankton yells, his voice raw. Chip freezes, his heart racing. "Dad," he starts, his voice shaky. "I didn't mean..." But Plankton's already flailing, trying to push away the chaos that's invaded his space. Karen quickly moves to intervene. "Chip," she says, her voice firm yet calm. "Remember what we talked about." Chip nods, understanding dawning on his face. He'd forgotten the rules of their world, the delicate balance that keeps Plankton's sanity intact. He'd wanted to help, but instead, he'd added to the storm raging within his dad. She takes the fidget toy from Chip, placing it on the nightstand. "I'm sorry," Plankton whispers, his eye darting around the room. He's lost in his own head, the pain making it difficult to focus. "It's ok," Karen soothes, her touch gentle on his arm. "Let's dim the lights and make it quieter." She pulls the shades closed, the harsh daylight retreating to a soft glow. Chip nods, his expression solemn. "I'll go to my room," he says, his voice small. Plankton's gaze meets his son's, a silent apology passing between them. "Thanks, buddy," he says, his voice a gruff whisper.
๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ฌ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ฎ๐–ฆ๐–ค๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ฑ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐–ญ๐–พ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ฅ๐–บ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ part 6 "Dad," Chip said, his voice filled with a mix of love and concern. "You're okay." Plankton blinked, his gaze focusing on Chip. His hand stilled, the octopus and bear forgotten. "Chip?" Chip nodded, his voice steady. "It's me, Dad. I'm here." He watched as his father's expression shifted to confusion. "What...what happened?" Plankton asked, his voice slurred and uncertain. Karen stood up, wiping her eyes. "You had a seizure, love," she explained, her voice calm. "But you're okay now. Just take your tim-" "No," Plankton said, cutting her off. He looked at the octopus in Chip's hand, then at the bear in his own. His eye searched the room, trying to piece together the jigsaw puzzle of his recent memory. "Wait," he murmured, his voice shaky. "Why the barnacles... I swear I was just..." Plankton trails off, noticing drool on the bedspread. His hand shakes as he wipes it away, his mind racing to remember. Karen's heart goes out to her husband as she sees the embarrassment etched on his face. She knows he's trying to make sense of the chaos in his head, to find his place in the world again. "You had a seizure, Plankton," she says gently. "You're ok now." Plankton's hand tightens around the bear as the fragments of his memory begin to coalesce. "Chip," he says, his voice a whisper. "He...he said..." The word hangs in the air, a shadow of the pain it had caused moments ago. Karen swallows hard, knowing that this is the moment she's been dreading. "Yes," she says gently. "Chip said something he shouldn't have." Her eyes meet Chip's, her gaze silently urging him to take responsibility. Chip nods, his eyes downcast. "But we need to talk to him, Plankton. He didn't mean it. He just doesn't understand.." But Plankton's expression has closed off. The mention of the slur brings back the hurt, and his hand clutches the bear tightly. Karen can see the walls going up again, the fear of being misunderstood once more. "Dad," Chip says, his voice soft. "I didn't mean it like that. I didn't know." He takes a deep breath, his eyes pleading. "Can we talk?" Plankton looks at him, his expression unreadable. Karen holds her breath, her heart in her throat. This was the moment that could either heal the rift or drive them further apart. "I...I'm sorry," Chip stammers, his voice shaking. "I didn't know what that word meant. I just...I just heard it and..." He trails off, his eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't know it would hurt you like that." Plankton stares at the octopus in his hand, his mind racing. He knows he should be angry, but all he feels is tired. Tired of the misunderstandings, tired of the pain that comes with every ill-intended remark. He looks up at Chip, his son's face etched with regret. "Why?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper. "Why would you say such a thing?" Chip shifts his weight, his eyes downcast. "I just...I heard it," he admits. "I didn't know what it really meant." He looks at the bear, then back to Plankton. "I didn't know it would make you feel like thiโ€”" Chip was interrupted by a knock on the front door. It's Sandy, Karen's best gal pal, dropping by to visit! Plankton's eye twitches, his thoughts racing. He wasn't ready for company, especially not when he was feeling so raw. But the sound of the door opening and Sandy's cheery voice filled the room, pulling them back to reality. "Howdy, y'all!" Sandy exclaims. Plankton looked up at her, hiding his bear and octopus in his sensory box under the bed. But Sandy saw it. "What's going on? Whatcha got in the box?" Plankton didn't want Sandy to know, didn't want anyone else to figure it out. Sandy, ever the observant soul, noticed the tension in the room. "Everything okay here?" she asked, her eyes scanning the scene. Karen took a deep breath, deciding it was time to face the music. "Plankton had a se-" But Plankton interrupts Karen. "A seriously good plan to uh, to get the Krabby Patty formula," he says, his voice quickening as he tries to deflect. Sandy raises an eyebrow. "Is that all?" she asks, not quite believing the sudden shift in conversation. Plankton nods, his hand still shaking as he tries to keep the box hidden. "Yes," he says, a bit too quickly. "Just a... a little plan. Nothing serious." His voice was strained, the lie heavier than the silence that followed. Chip watches his dad, his heart breaking at the sight of the man who had always been so strong now looking so small and scared. He knew his words had caused this, but he didn't know how to fix it. "Dad," he says, his voice soft. "We need to talk about this." But Plankton just shakes his head, his eyes darting around the room. "No," he mutters, his voice shaky. "Not now. Not with...her here." He nods towards Sandy, his anxiety palpable. "Yea, our little secret plans must wait," he says with forced joviality. Sandy's eyes narrow, sensing something is off. "Is everything alright, Plankton?" she asks, concern lacing her voice. Plankton's heart races, his mind trying to form coherent words. He didn't want to lie, but the truth felt too heavy, too complicated for this moment. "It's fine," he says, his tone clipped. "Just a bit tired. Even the greatest minds need to rest, eh?" He tries to laugh, but it comes out forced. Sandy nods, looking between the two of them. "Alright," she says, her voice still laced with concern. "If you're sure. What about the box? What's i---" "It's nothing!" Plankton says, his voice a little too loud. He's flustered, his heart racing with the fear of being found out. The last thing he needs is for Sandy to know about his autism, his secret. He waves a hand dismissively and stands up, the box of stims still hidden under the bed. "Just some... uh... inventory for the Chum Bucket," he stammers, trying to compose his features into something resembling normalcy. "You know, top-secret recipes and... and... uh, Krabby Patty... formulas," he adds hastily, his mind racing to come up with a plausible cover story. Sandy's eyes narrow slightly, not quite buying it. "Then, show meโ€ฝ I can't let you steal the Krabby Patty formula," she says, snatching the box.
๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ฌ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ฎ๐–ฆ๐–ค๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ฑ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐–ญ๐–พ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ฅ๐–บ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ part 7 Plankton's heart leaps into his throat as the box flies open. Fidget toys spill out everywhere, each one a tiny piece of his vulnerability. "N-no, wait!" he stammers, his hand shooting out to grab the box. But it's too late. Sandy's eyes widen as she sees the collection of stim toys, the suspicion setting in. Sandy looks at him. "Plankton," she says. "You can tell me. What's going on?" "Sandy," Karen starts, her voice calm and measured. "You know Plankton's... uh... unique quirks, right?" She tries to find the right words, but Plankton's mind is racing. He can't bear the thought of being seen as weak or broken, not even by his wife's closest friend. Sandy nods, her gaze still on the fidget toys scattered across the floor. "Yeah," she says slowly. "But what's this all abouโ€“" But Plankton can't handle the scrutiny anymore. His eye starts to twitch again, his body tense with anxiety. "It's nothing," he insists, his voice shaking. "Just some... stuff I... I collected." Sandy looks at him, her eyes filled with confusion and concern. "Plankton," she says gently. "You know you can talk to me." She's seen his quirks before, but never anything like this. Plankton's eye darts around the room, looking for a way out. He feels the familiar panic rising in his chest, his mind racing with thoughts he can't quite articulate. He stammers, trying to find the right words to explain without revealing too much. "It's... it's just... I was... uh... I was just... experimenting with... uh... new... new... new ways to... to... keep my mind... uh... sharp?" Karen watches her husband with a mix of pity and frustration. She knows his fear of being seen as different is overwhelming, but she also knows hiding it won't make it go away. "Plankton," she says gently. "It's okay." Plankton's eye stops twitching as he looks at her. He takes a deep breath, his body visibly relaxing. "I... I don't want to talk about it," he says, his voice low. Sandy looks from Plankton to Karen, then back again. She can sense the tension in the room, the unspoken words that hang heavy in the air. "Okay," she says slowly. "But if yo--" Plankton cuts her off. "Sandy, it's nothing," he says, his voice too loud, too forced. "Just... just a little hobby, you know?" He laughs awkwardly, his nervousness palpable. "Some people collect stamps. I just... I just like... uh... tinkering with these... these little things." He tries to wave it off, his hand shaking as he does so. Sandy's expression is a mix of confusion and worry. "But Plankton," she starts, picking up a fidget toy. "Whaa-" "It's fine, Sandy," Plankton interrupts, his voice strained. "It's just...just something I do to... to relax." He grabs the toy from her hand, his movements erratic. "It's not a big de-" But Sandy's eyes are still on the box, curiosity piqued. "But Plankton, why the secrecy?" she presses, her tone gentle but firm. Plankton's face reddens, his eye darting around the room. He stammers, trying to find a suitable explanation. "It's... it's just a... a surprise," he managed to get out, his voice squeaking. "For... for the Chum Bucket. A new... uh... gimmick." He laughs nervously, his hands fidgeting with the toys. Sandy looks at him, her concern clear. "Plankton, if you're going through something, you know you can talk to me." Her voice is gentle, but the question in her eyes is unmistakable. Plankton's heart squeezes in his chest, his mind racing to come up with a plausible explanation. He doesn't want her pity, doesn't want to be seen as weak. "It's... it's nothing," he repeats, his voice shaky. "Just some new... uh... merchandise I've been working on. For the Chum Bucket," he adds quickly. He tries to laugh, but it sounds forced. "You know me, always thinking of new ways to outdo Krabs," he says, trying to redirect the conversation. But Sandy doesn't buy it. "Merchandise?" she asks, her tone skeptical. "These look like... like some sort of therapy toys." Her voice is gentle, but the word hits Plankton like a ton of bricks. He swallows hard, his grip on the fidget toys tightening. Plankton's mind races, trying to come up with a lie that won't unravel. But before he can speak, Chip steps forward. "It's not for the Chum Bucket," Chip says, his voice steady. "They're dad's... uh... special toys." He looks at Plankton, his gaze filled with understanding. "He's special needs," he says, his voice unwavering. "He has... uh..." Plankton's face goes from flustered to furious. "Chip!" he snaps. "That's enough!" But it's too late. Sandy's eyes widen. Sandy looks from Chip to Plankton, her expression a mixture of shock and compassion. "What does he mean, special needs?" she asks, carefully. Plankton's face turns a bright shade of red, his hands shaking with anger. He slams the fidget toys into the box, his voice tight. "It's none of your business, Sandy," he snaps. "It's just a..." Sandy's eyes widen, surprise and concern melding together. "Plankton, what's going on here?" she asks, her voice gentle but firm. "You and Karen can talk to me. You know that." Plankton's breathing quickens, his hands shaking as he fumbles to close the box. "It's nothing," he insists, his voice tight. "Just a... a little... uh... quirky hobby." Sandy's gaze is filled with a blend of shock and concern as she looks at her friend's husband, his usual confidence replaced by a flustered mess. "Plankton," she says, her voice gentle but firm. "You're special needs? What's Chi-" Plankton's anger flares up. "It's none of your concern!" he snaps, his hands shaking as he pushes the box under the bed with more force than necessary. The stims scatter on the floor, each one a painful reminder of his condition. "You just stick to your treedome and let me handle my... uh... quirky habits," he says, his words clipped. Sandy's eyes are wide, taking in the scene before her. She's never seen Plankton like this, so... vulnerable. "But, oh Chip," she starts, her voice soothing. "If you're... uh... dad's going through something, I want to help. Chip, you told me he's special needs. Tell me wh-" "Because," Chip says, "Mom said she doesn't like that I know he's ret-..."
๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ฌ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ฎ๐–ฆ๐–ค๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ฑ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐–ญ๐–พ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ฅ๐–บ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ part 8 "Chip!" Karen's voice cuts through the air like a knife, her eyes wide with alarm. Chip, realizing his mistake, goes to hug his dad. "Sorry," he says, going up to Plankton, who puts his arm out to stop him. Sandy, oblivious to Plankton's overload, grabs his arm. "NO!" she yells, her voice sharp. "You do not push your son away like that!" Plankton flinches at her voice. He tries to pry his hand out of Sandy's, but her grip is firm. "Let me go," he says, his voice strained. But Sandy doesn't budge. "You listen to me, Plankton," she says, her eyes flashing. "You are not going to push aw-" But she's interrupted by another seizure, Plankton's body convulsing. Sandy's eyes go wide with fear, not knowing what to do. "What's happening?" she cries, finally letting go of his wrist. Karen's eyes flash with anger and desperation as she quickly moves to Plankton's side. She glares at Sandy. "It's a condition," she snaps. "And it's not for you to judge." Her voice is sharp, her frustration with Sandy's lack of understanding palpable. Sandy's eyes widen as she realizes her mistake, her hand flying to her mouth. "What," she murmurs. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-" But Karen's fury cuts her off. "You didn't mean to what?" she snaps. "To bombard Plankton with your yelling? To make him feel like he has to be touched?" Her eyes bore into Sandy, sizzling with accusation. "This is why we don't tell people," she says, her voice shaking. Sandy's eyes fill with remorse as she takes in the sight of Plankton's trembling form. "I didn't know," she whispers, her voice shaking with regret. "I'm sorry, Karen. I didn't mean to..." Her words trail off as she realizes the depth of her mistake. Karen's face is a mask of sadness and anger as she tends to Plankton, her eyes never leaving Sandy. "You didn't mean to what?" she says, each word cutting through the silence like a knife. "To make Plankton feel guilty for Chip's ignorance? He has autism, Sandy." Her voice is low, but it carries the weight of a thousand unspoken words. "This is why we don't tell people, Sandy. This is why." Sandy's face falls, her complexion paler than the white walls of the room. "Autism?" she repeats, her voice barely a whisper. She's heard of it, of course, but never considered that Plankton's quirks could be more than just quirks. She feels a pang of guilt for her insensitivity. Karen nods, her eyes brimming with tears. "Yes," she says, her voice thick with sadness. "He's been dealing with it his entire life. And we've worked so hard to make sure he's comfortable, to help him cope." She looks at Sandy, her gaze pleading. Her voice cracks as she says it, her heart breaking for her husband. Sandy's eyes fill with tears as she looks at her friend. "Karen," she whispers. "I'm so sorry." She takes a step back, realizing the harm she's caused. "I had no idea. I didn't mean to..." Her words trail off as she sees the pain etched on Karen's face. Karen's expression is a storm of emotions - anger, sadness, and a deep-seated frustration. "You didn't know," she says, her voice flat. "But now you do. And you see what it does to him." She nods towards Plankton, who's still shaking on the bed, his eye squeezed shut as he tries to fight off the seizure. Sandy's eyes fill with tears as she nods, her heart racing. Karen takes a deep breath, her gaze still on Plankton. "Just be there," she says, her voice tired. "Don't push him. Don't make him feel... less." Sandy nods again, her eyes fixed on Plankton as Karen continues to help him through the seizure. Her perception of him shifts, the layers of bravado and ambition stripped away to reveal the man beneath the madness. As the seizure subsides, Plankton opens his eye to find Sandy still hovering, looking at him with a mix of fear and regret. He feels exposed, his most private vulnerability laid bare before his wife's best friend. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "I'm sorry," Sandy whispers, her voice thick with unshed tears. "I didn't know." Plankton's gaze remains on the floor, his body still trembling slightly. "It's not for you to know." Sandy feels the sting of his words, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and sadness. "I just wanted to help," she murmurs, her eyes filling with tears. But Plankton can't bear the weight of her pity, his own anger a shield. He turns away from her, his body rigid with tension. "Plankton," she says softly, her hand hovering in the space between them. "I'm here." But Plankton flinches at the touch, his body tightening. "No," he says, his voice firm. Sandy's eyes widen with hurt as she withdraws her hand. "But, I just wanted to-" "No," Plankton says, his voice firm. The seizure has passed, but his emotions are still raw, his body still shaking from the tremors. Karen's heart breaks as she sees the rejection on Sandy's face, but she understands Plankton's need for space. She steps in, placing a hand on Sandy's arm. "Let's give him some time," she whispers, her gaze never leaving Plankton's closed-off form. Sandy nods, her eyes brimming with tears as she backs away slowly, not wanting to cause any more stress.
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.
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."
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."
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.
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."
DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 20 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) Karen's arms wrap around him, her hands gentle on his back as she whispers words of comfort, her voice a balm to his frayed nerves. "You're safe, baby," she says. "You're safe with me." Plankton's sobs slow, his body relaxing marginally in her embrace. His antennae still thrash, but with less urgency, when Plankton's main dentist comes in. Dr. Musselman, Plankton's main dentist, rushes into the room, his eyes wide with concern at the sight of his patient's distress. Karen quickly explains the situation, her voice tight with emotion. "He's having an autistic shutdown," she says, her hand on Plankton's trembling back. "He's sensitive to sensory overload." He nods. "You can come into my exam room, follow me." The doctor's exam room is dimmer, the air cooler, and the smell less intense. The change in atmosphere is like a gentle caress against Plankton's overstimulated sensors. He lets out a shaky sigh, his antennae unfurling slightly. Dr. Musselman's eyes are kind, his voice a soothing balm. "Hi, Plankton," he says, his tone gentle. "Remember me?" Plankton's gaze flickers to him, his antennae stilling. "You're my other dentist," he whispers, his voice hoarse from the sobbing. The doctor nods, his smile reassuring. "That's right. I know you don't like surprises, so I'm sorry for that, for Jill. But we're going to take it slow, okay?" Plankton nods, his antennae twitching slightly. "We need to finish your cleaning," Karen says, her voice gentle. "But we'll do it with Dr. Musselman. He'll always work here, and can be your dentist instead of Jill from now on!" "Okay," Dr. Musselman says, his voice calm and measured. "We're going to take some x-rays now. It's quick and painless." Plankton's antennae perk up slightly at the mention of painlessness. He nods, his eye searching the doctor's face for any sign of deception. The doctor leads them to a small, enclosed space, the whirring of the x-ray machine a soothing constant. Karen holds Plankton's hand, her grip firm but gentle, as he sits in the chair. The doctor explains the process, his words clear and concise. Plankton nods, his breathing slowing slightly as he tries to comfort himself. The x-ray machine's cold metal touches his jaw, and he jolts. "It's okay," Karen whispers, her hand on his shoulder. "It's just a little picture of your teeth." Plankton's eye closes, his antennae stilling. He nods, his trust in his wife a beacon in the storm of his fear. Dr. Musselman's movements are careful, his voice calm. "Open wide," he says. Plankton's mouth opens slightly, his teeth clenched. The x-ray film slides into place, cold and slightly sticky. He tastes the metal, feels the pressure. But it's not the same as the probe. It's bearable. The machine whirs to life, the sensation of the x-rays a gentle buzz against his skin. His antennae quiver, but he doesn't pull away. Karen's hand squeezes his, a silent promise of support. "Good job," she murmurs, her voice a warm whisper in the cool air. The doctor's voice is steady. "Almost done," he says, his eyes on the machine's readout. Plankton nods, his breaths shallow but even. The fear has receded to a dull throb, a distant echo of the panic that had consumed him. The x-ray machine clicks off, the buzz of its operation silenced. Dr. Musselman gently removes the film, his movements careful not to startle Plankton. "Good boy," he says, his voice a warm caress. Plankton's antennae twitch in response, a tentative sign of trust.
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.
There are different types of sedatives that use to numb you, each serving a different purpose. IV Sedation IV means intravenous. It means the doctor ฤฑnjectฤฑons the drvg straight into your bloodstream. Dentists often use IV because of it's excellent success rate. After ฤฑnjectฤฑons, it puts the patient in a โ€˜twilight sleepโ€™ state. IV sedation is the typical option. This is what can happen to a patient on IV: IV sedation dentistry produce either partial or full memory loss during the dental procedure. This means time will seem to pass very quickly and you will not recall much of what happened. The patient is awake and aware of the surroundings. They are also responsive. The patient feels comfortable and relaxed throughout the whole procedure. So relaxed, in fact, that they might not be aware theyโ€™re undergoing one. It causes temporary amnesia and a state of โ€˜hอžighโ€™. Thereโ€™s a reason IV is a popular option in dental operations. It works, and it works like a dream (pun intended). But for it to be effective, the patient must fast before coming in. Coming in with a full stomach can render the drvg ineffective. Most people who receive IV sedation dentistry fall asleep and have little to no memory of their treatment when they wake up. Inhalation Sedation Inhalation Sedation: This introduces a state of relaxation. This is a conscious sedation method that is fast-acting and with few side effects. Contrary to popular belief, inhalation sedation gas doesnโ€™t make you burst into a giggle fit. It is a light anesthetic unlike IV. It also doesnโ€™t work as well, but it still gets the job done for a quicker and relatively painless experience. This is what happens if youโ€™re sedated using laughing gas: The patient experiences a euphoric sensation much like that with IV. But the effects are not as pronounced as the former. Laughing gas may cause a bit of amnesia, but the patient will still be remembering most of the procedure. It can make a patient dizzy, but they can still be awakened. Those who might have concerns about laughing gas can rest easy. Itโ€™s mild in comparison to IV, so you wonโ€™t be laughing out of control like anytime soon. Different sedation options offer varying levels of effects. Say, if you know youโ€™re going for IV, ask somebody to accompany you. IV is potent enough to render you unable to go home on your own. General anesthesia is a type of unconscious sedation. In other words, youโ€™ll be completely unconscious during the procedure. Youโ€™ll be asleep when youโ€™re under sedation and not feel any paฤฑn during your treatment. Itโ€™s like taking a nap! Some sedation makes you quite groggy, and you may even fall asleep. But youโ€™ll still be able to communicate with your dentist if necessary, and youโ€™ll awaken with a gentle nudge. Because sedation temporarily affects your memory and motor skills, youโ€™ll need a friend or family member to drive you home after your procedure.
DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 17 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) The next morning, Karen gets a text from Plankton's dental office for a check up and routine cleaning. So Karen decided to go down stairs to awaken him, and Chip, so they can go. She finds them both asleep by each other still on the couch. Gently, she shakes Plankton's shoulder. "Honey," she says, her voice a soft caress. "You've got a dentist appointment." Plankton's eye snaps open, his antennae twitching. Chip opens his eyes. Plankton sits up with a start, his body stiff from the night on the couch. He looks at Karen, his expression a mix of confusion and dread. "Dentist?" he repeats, his voice cracking. Karen nods, her eyes filled with concern. "It's okay," she says, her voice soothing. "We'll go together, all of us." Karen's eyes are filled with understanding as she helps Plankton to his feet. Chip rises from his spot, his expression a mix of worry and determination. The drive to the dentist's office is quiet, the tension palpable. Once they arrive, they go up to the receptionist desk. The receptionist, a cheery octopus, greets them with a smile. "Good morning, Mr. Plankton," she says. "You're here for your 9 AM appointment, aren't you?" Plankton nods. "Yes," Karen says. "He's with hygienist named Zoe.." But then the receptionist interrupts her. "Oh, Zoe doesn't work here anymore. She's been replaced by a new hygienist, named Jill." Plankton's antennae droop, his face paling. Change was never his friend, especially when it came to routine. "But I've always had her," he whispers, his voice tight with anxiety. Karen's hand squeezes his shoulder, her eyes filled with understanding. "It'll be okay," she murmurs. "We'll make it work. We can tell her about your autistic needs." The waiting room is a cacophony of sounds, the buzz of the fluorescent lights, the hum of the air conditioner, the distant drill, and the muffled chatter of other patients. Plankton starts rocking back and forth. Karen notices the signs of his anxiety building, his antennae twitching with every new sound. She leans over, whispering. "We'll tell them what you need." Chip looks at his dad's stimming. "Why's he rocking?" Chip asks Karen. She whispers back, "It's a way he self-soothes, a common autistic trait. It's his way to deal with restlessness." The new hygienist, Jill, enters the waiting room. "Plankton?" Plankton's antennae shoot up, his body tense. "Yes," Karen says, smiling warmly. "This is my husband, Plankton, and our son, Chip." She nods towards Chip. They stand up and follow Jill. Jill's office is a minefield of sensory stimuli. The bright lights, the smell of antiseptic, and the shiny metal instruments glinting on the tray. Plankton's body tightens with each step closer to the chair. Karen notices, and whispers, "Remember what we talked about, Plankton. You can handle this." He nods, his antennae flicking nervously.
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