"Can it rustbucket. . .ahah. . .ahah. . ." BF turned towards the bookshelf.
"Robo Squirrel's cleaning gears are all clogged up! Beeeeep!" The Squirrel hovered as it struggled to clean itself and avoid BF's next nasal assault.
"AAAAHHHHHHCHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" BF's sneeze not only covered the bookcase in mucus, it knocked it completely over.
"The world's strongest nostrils strike again." Tiberius observed dryly, while walking downstairs.
"Bring Robo Squirrel a towel! Beeep!"
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*Downstairs
Phil and Grissom attempted to process this new information while Brianna continued to munch down food.
"Uh, Griss?" Phil asked after a moment. "Is there anything unusual about Bri's eating habits of late?"
"More unusual than a grown woman with wings who literally eats like a bird?" Montag laughed, while considering booking a flight to Australia.
"Well, it's just that. . ." Phil began before stopping himself. "Look, you know I don't make a habit of snooping in other people's minds, but. . ."
"Spit it out, Philsie, wot's on yer mind?" Montag knocked back a sip of Guinness.
"Well, there's one word that's strongly emanating from Bri's mind right now. And that word is. . ."
Montag spat Guinness out all over his computer screen and turned to look at Smith, wide eyed and slackjawed. "Pregnant?!?!"
