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crystal: ....It's just little things like that which are driving me crazy.
crystal: I mean, last night I made sure the kitchen was clean and tidy before I went to bed, and this morning I came downstairs, and...
rebecca: ....and every surface in the kitchen was taken up by books.
rebecca: He used to leave his stuff in here, on the counter.
crystal: How did you get him to stop?
rebecca: I eventually put a charm on this counter... any book left here for five minutes will spontaneously burn up.
crystal: Cool. Can you put the same charm on my house?
rebecca: No, you need to learn to get along with Barlow.
crystal: Does Barlow do anything besides read?
rebecca: There isn't a whole lot of entertainment in town. Barlow's never even seen a television. Books are the only means of escape that he has right now.
crystal: I just don't understand it. Reading doesn't really teach you anything. There's nothing like learning from experience. I don't think Barlow would even understand that.
rebecca: Oh, you'd be surprised at what he soaks up form those books. And it's helped his training in other things, like slaying demons.
crystal: Somehow, I'm not concerned.
crystal: I'm not going to put up with him. I'm just going to ignore him, and with luck he'll just ignore me.
crystal: He has no appreciation for anything but his precious books. He certainly has no appreciation for art, such as my little statuette over there.
crystal: I found that little squirrel in the basement last night.
crystal: Maybe I should find some way to annoy him back. I've been thinking about taking up a hobby... maybe I'll find something to drive him crazy.
rebecca: What kind of hobby?
crystal: Hmmm... I could make our parlor into a pottery studio. I always wanted to take up pottery.
crystal: I guess my little squirrel friend over there has been an inspiration.
rebecca: That's not a squirrel. That's a chickaree.
crystal: There's a difference?
rebecca: Something isn't right here...
rebecca: This object is cursed!
crystal: Cursed?
rebecca: Yes. I can sense a dangerous curse. Very dangerous.
rebecca: I want you to get rid of this thing immediately! I don't want it in my diner!
crystal: But my little chickaree...
rebecca: Crystal! I mean it! When I get back, I don't want to see that thing in here!
barlow: Jeez... are you going to take that thing with you everywhere?
crystal: Rebecca just told me that it's cursed. She wants me to get rid of it.
barlow: She usually knows what she's talking about.
crystal: Yeah, that's why you're going to take it back to the house.
barlow: I'm not letting that thing back in my house!
crystal: OUR house!
crystal: It doesn't seem dangerous.
barlow: Well, neither do I.
crystal: Neither do you, what?
barlow: Look dangerous.
crystal: Heh... heh, okay, Barlow.
crystal: Why do we have a cursed squirrel in our basement? In mean, is it someone's hobby to make cursed squirrel figurines?
barlow: Things don't always start out cursed. Something terrible could have happened to it, or it could've been made to soak up curses.
barlow: Often when there's a curse or a plague going around, someone will use a statue to soak up the evil.
crystal: Is there some way to drain off the curses it soaked up?
barlow: There might be a way, but we have to make sure the curse doesn't transfer over to us.
crystal: How does that happen?
barlow: Oh, there might be a way to activate it... or break it... or open it in some way.
crystal: Would you mind taking it home for me?
barlow: What?! I'm not letting that thing back into my house!
crystal: OUR house!
barlow: I live there, you just infest it!
crystal: Rebecca can probably un-curse it, with her being a witch and all.
barlow: She knows her limits. If she wanted it out of here, she had a good reason.
crystal: Barlow, we'll discuss this later. For now, Rebecca wants it to go away.
barlow: Oh, fine.
barlow: Oops...
crystal: Oh, great! Look what you did!
barlow: I'm sorry...
crystal: You'll just have to glue it back together.
barlow: Glue it together? It turned to dust!
rebecca: Oh, good. I see you got rid of that thing. That was very prompt.
crystal: Uh, sure...
rebecca: What did you do with it?
crystal: Uh...
rebecca: What did you do with it?!
crystal: It's... scattered all over the floor now.
rebecca: What?! Now we're going to have a cursed floor!
crystal: Barlow was kind enough to get rid of it for us.
barlow: I said I was sorry.
rebecca: Well, as long as it's not in my diner anymore...
crystal: Barlow has been cursed... He broke it and now he has... the curse of the purple chickaree...
rebecca: Let's hope it wasn't a deadly curse.
rebecca: Now let me check...
rebecca: Yep, this dust doesn't hold any of the curse. It's been transferred to barlow!