...at with no small amount of self-satisfaction, to an image of a human home. The view flickered from the living room, up a flight of stairs, to a small boys room. Inside was a small boy playing video games. He had a pink hat, large buck-teeth and...oh no.
"Timmy Turner? He's the one I've got to make lose his Godparents?" He turned blood red and threw his wand through the mirror, shattering the idyllic scene into a thousand shards. One of the shards showed the fishbowl containing Cosmo and Wanda, the Fairy couple who were both his aides and protectors. There was no possible way that they would allow him to...he paused. The small gears that made up the foundation of his mind began to twist and sputter into activity. A serpentine grin creased his Botox-addled face.
"Get me my bow...I've got some target practice coming my way."
Within the Turner home, the only sounds were coming from televisions. Downstairs, Mom and Dad were watching the news with glazed over stare. Above, Timmy was playing Alien Disembowler IV, equally as mind-wiped. Cosmo and Wanda, in their goldfish forms, were floating peacably in the bowl, when suddenly one of Cosmo's scales began to vibrate incessantly.
"Ooh! Scale-call!" With a movement of his flipper, he pulled out the scale and put it to what amounted to his ear.
"Uh huh. Yeah. Sure thing. Right. Love you."
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