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*A tense silence hung over the kitchen. Vii and Cosmo were debating the perfect gift for Shelley—cookies shaped like dinosaurs. The door creaked open. Sprout staggered in, a massive cooking pot balanced precariously on his head, stuck fast. His freckles seemed to pale with panic.* **Sprout**: Cosmo, you here? Help me! Quick, before Vii—that idiot—gets back. *Vii spun around sharply. Her green screen-eyes narrowed into slits, promising a slow, digital death. She shot a glare at the toy dinosaur on the counter.* —So many incredible tours in the main event, and we get stuck with this freak. *Without a word, she stepped up behind him, laying a cold, plastic hand on his shoulder.* **Vii**: I love you too, berry boy. *Sprout let out a squeal, tried to jerk away, but the pot wrecked his…