3: Yeah, Dad. When?
Me: Oh this is that dream where the dragon crashes into the house and the homeowner's insurance slipped a fantasy beast exclusion into the ISO form while I wasn't looking. Carry on.
7: Huh? Also, when?
4: Dad, there's a question pending.
Me: So help me God if you become a lawyer I'll kill you.
Me: No, you have no more idea what they're talking about than I do. You're just--
Penultimate: WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN [fades into distance as he bops down the stairs]
Me: --saying it because you can see my forehead vein pulse.
Me: You go away now. Also, where's the other one? Not the baby, she can't torture me, I'm trying to head this off at the pass.
5: Maybe Mom knows. She's smarted than you.
Me: Hold on wait yes she is. Go do this to her.
5: I didn't say you're smarter than we are.
Me: I already have food strategically stashed at the office off of which your mother, your baby sister, and I can eat. You guys are reliant on my going to a supermarket to which I won't go as long as this persists.