I really like playing with Young Master and Bella, and their friends. But sometimes I prefer a bit of peace and quiet, expecially when they are racing around the house with their guns pretending to be CIA agents or assassins. I knew that things were heading the wrong way when Young Master produced his Airzooka (a weapon that fires a strong pelt of air, and makes a din), so I took refuge under Leah's bed - it reminded me of those awful vuvuzelas in the summer.
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