Children of the dratted.

Ah, the children. My wee little cousins and the wee little children of my less wee little cousins. They were climbing all over me, forcing me to throw them around, all that sort of business. It was, of course, exhausting and generally hellish, but I enjoyed it. Also, the remainder of this side of my family, all very excited to see me, albeit in a much more subdued way that usually didn't involve screaming loudly and punching me in what, given the height differential, was dangerously close to my groin. They express love through violence, they do. Charming little bastards.

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