Room 417, ass o'clock am

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Puppies and boykissy make things better, and porn and apparently randomly-detachable Rory limbs don't suck either (though both are freaky in their own respective ways), but once Jaye's back in her room it's back to ugh.

It doesn't help that the damn animals are singing the Mexican Hat Dance at blurry o'clock.

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Da da, da da, da da. Da da da da da da da...

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Jaye just grits her teeth.

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Da da, da da, da da...

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Da da da da da da da...

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Da da, da da, da da...

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"I will destroy you one day!" Jaye yells at them.

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Da da da da da da da...

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"You know what?" says Jaye, pulling off the covers and getting out of bed. "Fine."

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DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA!

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Jaye dances a little around an imaginary sombrero.

"YOU CAN'T BEAT ME, HA!" she says. "I WIIIIIIIIIIIIII- OW."

And she's on the ceiling. Sticking to the ceiling.

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...

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Of course, now she's not dancing.

And now she's off the ceiling and face-down on the floor now.

Jaye scrambles into a sitting position, looking at the animals. "Did you see that?" she asks.

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...

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No.

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"We're in agreement, then," says Jaye, and gets back into bed. Quickly. Ow.