A/N: It's the 25th when I'm starting to write it- the month just slipped away under my fingers, especially with my exams. Good news, when the next chapter of this comes out, I'll be done, so expect the next chapter to be good again... this one though... well.... ENJOY ANYWAY?

OH AND DO YOU SEE THAT AWESOME STUFF UP THERE?! YEAH, THOSE ARE THE KIDS, DRAWN BY oralite WHICH IS AWESOME AS FUCK, I LOVE YOU MY FRIEND AND I STILL LOVE THE PICTURE- IT MEANS A LOT TO ME WHEN PEOPLE DRAW STUFF FOR ME!
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It happened while Old Sport was sorting the renovations for the week. Since its successful opening, they naturally had scheduled birthday parties for the people... nothing too special, but they could request some extra attention from the animatronics (since they actually only had three – four counting Dave – it was not too much, but they still seemed to enjoy it) and free refills and all that bullshit. The Orange Guy never has been fond of parties, there were too many sting-operations and kidnappings going on in his opinion. Miss him with that gay shit.
But, well, it drew in customers.
When he looked at the people, sometimes he believed that the adults were the ones adamant about going to Freddy's. Their eyes had always this special shine to it when they introduced their kid as "birthday boy/girl" and they were mostly the ones that initiated the conversation with the machine.
Welp, Freddy's was pretty much made out of nostalgia, childhood dreams and murder at this point, so there was no surprise in that actually. Many of those adults probably spend a great day at Freddy's.
Thankfully not their happiest.
Ah, he was getting gloomy, where was-
"SPORTSY!" A pair of two furry, golden arms wrapped around him and threaten to crush all his vital organs and bones.
"DAVE! I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THIS!" That was right! Conveniently also a good way NOT to tell him to actually stop.
"But you're just way too adorable when you stare down at your papers like that! Makes me almost think you've got a brain! Which you obviously don't since ya declined Vegas."
"Oh, you disrespectful eggplant, don't forget who's the boss here!"
"Right! Still can't believe it though~!" As Dave was rubbing and nuzzling into him, the Orange had to accept his fate.
When Phone Guy passed by, he simply handed him the list. "Looks good, I trust your judgment."
"What? Uh... e-excuse me, sir, did you really look at this?"
Ops. Quickly he flashed him a borderline innocent smile. "For the most part?"
"Uh... anyway... are you excited for your little friend?"
"What?"
"Well... Mary? The girl? She's on the list..."
"WHAT?" Old Sport snatched the list back. "I don't know her HECKING last name, where the FRICK should I ever have heard that- I don't even know her age?!"
"Ay, Sportsy, you're a terrible friend."
"Can I even legally call myself her friend or is the FBI already on their way?"
"I dunno, I usually call everyone a friend who ain't screaming in my face how much they hate me."
"Oh, so THAT'S what I should have done!"
"Old Spoooooort! Don't be meaaaaaaaan!"
Ignoring his whine, the man freed himself out of his grasp to better read the letter, before making a choked noise. "SHE- WHAT?"
Surprised Dave leaned closer. "What's wrong-"
"SHE PUT YOU AS THEIR ANIMATRONIC- WHAT THE HELL!? IS SHE INSANE?!"
"Aw, how sweet of her!" Dave now took away the paper, delighted. "It's been... thirty years since I last time had a party! Remember, Old Sport? The grand-reopening-?"
"Oh, you mean the one where you KILLED FIVE KIDS?"
"Right...! I knew I forgot something!"
"DAVE!"
Purple Guy laughed brightly, not worried or guilty in the slightest, making Orange Guy twice as anxious. Maybe he could sense that, because he tried to reassure him. "Don't cha worry! You'd be by her side all the time, what's supposed happen? It can be two hours at MOST, two hours are barely enough to properly strangle a bunch of kids, let alone hide the bodies!"
"DAVE YOU INSANE PIECE OF SHIT-!"
"D'aww, I love when you get all hot and bothered~!"
"I'M SO CLOSE TO SPRINGLOCKING YOUR ASS-! I CAN'T allow you to attend her party!"
"What?! Why?! That's unfair! I'm on the list, you GOTTA lemme be there! Why did put me on the list of options in the first place?"
"Because I thought no one would pick the moldy corpse-" He stopped himself mid-sentence... because that was pretty untrue. To be fair, after that bath (they used a hose and almost boiling water induced with acid and soap, it was working great), he didn't even appear that corpse-like anymore... and the suit was also still looking great, he had poured incredibly much work into it after all.
"Ya hurting my feelz, Sportsy, how DARE you? I'm a human bein', Old Sport and a damn fine entertainer! You of all people should know that!"
"I always forget that people don't know you the same way I do..."
Smiling Dave tilted his head, happy about that comment. "Anyway, I'll give that gal the time of her life! Pull out ALL the tricks! Even the magic stuff that always goes wrong!"
It... well, it didn't sound too bad-
"EXPLOSIONS! It's gonna be so much FUN!"
"No explosions! WE COULD HORRIBLE DISFIGURE HER!"
"IMAGINE HOW COOL IT WOULD BE IF WE REPLACED HER FACE IN THAT CASE WITH SOME ROBOT-THING!"
"DAVE, FOR HECK'S SAKE! THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"
But to said man it obviously was. "Calm yourself! We should rather find out how old she's gonna be!"
Maybe the Phone could have helped, but wisely the man had walked out of the danger zone a long time ago and so it was up to them. "And how should we start? We can't ask her friends, they're probably going to tell her and she'll be disappointed forever!"
"I've heard there are some kind of rings people grow while aging, we just need to cut her open shortly-"
"You're talking about trees."
"Okay, that makes more sense. Uh... you gotta help me, man! We could break into her house and steal her driver's license-"
"Dave... are you making FUN of me?"
"No! But there's the birthday on a driver's license, right?"
"Dave, for GOD'S SAKE, SHE DOESN'T HAVE A DRIVER'S LICENSE. SHE CAN'T DRIVE! SHE'S TOO YOUNG!"
"SHE CAN'T DRIVE? OH GOD NO, IMMA TEACH HER!"
Old Sport just gave up on him. "You're a hecking insult, do you know that?"
"Welp, I've always seen myself as a sack of ratshit, so yeah."
Not even having the time for Dave's seemingly crippling self-esteem issues, Old Sport walked off to find the list again. "Phoney! What kind of party does she want?"
"Whatever do you mean, sir?"
"You know, what theme?"
"Uh... sir?"
"Wait. Don't we have that yet? OH NO- I WAS THINKING SO HARD ABOUT THAT- ARGH... I should write my ideas down more often—so it's just the standard- no! We can't do that! Let's theme it around golden Bonnie! Gold and Purple color-theme! We'll prepare party games around jumping and... uh... team play? Seeing as Dave couldn't do anything on his own..."
"That sounds... actually nice! I'm... uh..."
"You're what?"
"... uh... forgive me for being... surprised?"
Dave chimed in. "If it's themed around me, then you gotta offer some booze! After all, she's PROBABLY already ten or something, double digits, PERFECT age to star drinking! Gonna spare her lots of trouble in school!"
"DAVE, DO YOU EVEN LISTEN TO THE WORDS THAT COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH?"
"Why are ya so riled up? Do even know how hard it is to get into drinking?"
"DAVE, WE WILL HAVE A SERIOUS TALK AFTER-"
Suddenly, he noticed the eyes behind the mask.
There was softness in them, as well as amusement.
Instantly, Old Sport shut up, growing red. "Y-you're making fun of me, aren't you?"
"I love it when you're angry at me~"
"T-That's not a good thing! STOP!"
Phone Guy sighed. "Could you please NOT get distracted this much by Dave? Phone Guys agree that this kind of distraction can be harmful for business."
Some Phon-?
Peter.
Right, he had to snap out of this. "Y-yeah... probably. Bunny cupcakes! Next to cake there should be bunny styled cupcakes... and pogo-sticks! For all of them!"
Making a few quick notes, Phone Guy nodded. "Those ideas... I like them... we should do those more often- if this goes over well, I mean."
"You doubt it will be fine?"
"Uh... I didn't meant to imply that..."
"Yeah, I SURE HOPE so." The Orange Guy was just trying to mask his own worries with his stern attitude. "Anyway, go and arrange what we talked about, I gotta go and find out how old she's gonna be!"
"Mary? She'll be..." But the guy had already ran off. No, he wouldn't run after him, it was NOT worth the trouble and exhaustion.
Quickly Old Sport ran up to Dave. "HEY, WE COULD-"
"Bunny-maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! Orange-maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" Mary had entered the restaurant and instantly set her sights on the two most entertaining attractions in the whole place. Oliver followed her in, rolling his eyes.
"You're embarrassing all of us, you know?"
Isaac, last but not least came in as well, smiling softly at the lively scene. "Hello."
"Ayyyo, Mary my merry, already excited for your birthday tomorrow?!" Dave just picked her up and twirled her around, making her laugh.
"Of course! I can't wait to show all my friends this place and introduce you all!" Cheerful she skipped around as carefree as one could be...
Old Sport crossed his arms, hoping to provoke her to somehow slip her age in. "I don't know if you should celebrate here, wouldn't that be... uh..." He didn't really have an idea what to say. "That birthday should be special, right?"
"What do you mean?" Confused she frowned.
"Uh... just... you're here every day...?"
"Because this place is the best place!" Again she was up and about, smiling brightly. "Now, let's go and play! I still have to show Oliver that I'm better at the arcades than him!"
"Psht, you goddamn aren't! You'll just end up crying if you're too arrogant now!" Fired up, Oliver followed her to the many entertainment machines, ready to crush all his sister's dreams.
"Arrogant! Who's arrogant?! You are!"
Isaac just shook his head at them and stayed behind, together with the two adults. The smile was still there, but it looked pretty drained at this moment. "Sometimes I worry that they'll really hurt each other on accident. They're... too motivated for their own good."
Dave patted him on the back. "Don't sweat it, ya friends are pretty fucking reasonable people, they'll get over it if something happens! I'll be they'd be great murder team if they wanted to!"
Isaac frowned confused at him, giving Orange Guy the motivation to distract him. "Isaac, my BOY, will you be here tomorrow?"
"Of course! Wouldn't miss it for my life!" It was rare, but his eyes lit up with some form of energy. "Mary has been talking about this since she managed to convince her mother to allow it. But... I also see what Orange Guy means. Is there anything special happening for her birthday?"
Bless the poor boy, he was actually worried his friend would be disappointed. Naturally, Old Sport began sweating a bit, despite his previous confidence. "Uh... well... it's themed! And we prepared special games and rewards around Spring-Bonnie..."
For another moment Isaac looked at him, but then his smile returned. "Sounds very nice, I'm looking forward to it."
When he walked off, Old Sport just gave Dave a pretty desperate look. "If we disappoint them, I will set myself on fire, without any jokes."
"That'd be lit."
"WITHOUT JOKES I SAID."
"Too late now!" Dave grinned his bright grin, illuminating the costume form the inside a bit. "Really, you should relax, Sportsy! You can't lure a shitton of children into a dark, depressing saferoom without being a born charmer and entertainer! I'll have those kiddens under my spell in less than ten minutes! They won't even NOTICE how hard they get scammed!"
"I don't scam my customers, Dave!"
"Well, that's a first! Even if not, we'll gonna make a handful of kids happy, that ain't that hard!"
"I'm... it's just the first time I actually care about the people here. That's weird. I feel weird, Dave..."
Sympathetic the Purple Guy looked at him, this was a sensation he knew too well. Even if it had been over thirty years, he could remember it. "It's gonna be fine! For today we'll just play with them like we always do, otherwise they'll be suspecting us!"
"Suspecting us for what? Planning their party?"
"Planning a party?" Out of nowhere, Candy Cadette rolled up to them. "It is rare to see you plan a party. That means it must be a special party. Who is the special person that gets a special party?"
Oh damn. Old Sport asked himself if he actually should answer, but... Candy Cadette wasn't too patient. "It's for Mary."
"Empress Mary of the Candy Kingdom?"
"Yeah... the one you almost blew the place up with."
The machine began beeping and booping, moving up and down, before leaving. "That are important news! Very important news! I will need to prepare!"
"Prepare what?!"
"My own addition to the party. I must pay tribute to the empress!"
"OH, CANDY CADETTE, YOU CAN'T-!" But the robot already has been swallowed by a crowd. For a moment Old Sport stayed frozen, before relaxing somewhat. "Okay, I know I shouldn't, but I'm actually looking forward to whatever the insane robot is planning to do."
"Finally! That's the Sport I know and love! TOMORROW WILL BE ENTERTAINING! And now, move your ass over here and let's go HAVE SOME FUN! WE GOTTA SQUISH THAT AGE OUT OF THEM!"
The day passed and needless to say, they didn't manage to find out the age, because they were too fucking socially inept to just ASK-
They all prepared what they needed and even Phone Guy himself admitted that in the morning the restaurant had a really different feel to it. Not because anything in the decoration had changed, but rather because there was a certain energy in the air.
Only one room had really changed was the party room 2, the obviously better one, as it now was gloriously polished and filled with balloons and glitter- the tables has been prepared as well, with the right amount of chairs neatly spaced around and there was even already some candy arranged in forms of bunnies.
Old Sport paced back and forth, checking the clock every minute. As Phone Guy walked past him, he instantly stopped him. "Is it time already?!"
"Uh... no? Please, sir, it's barely ten o'clock. We have two hours... it's even surprising that she wanted to be here that early... uh... that's really unhealthy in my opinion—n-no offense, sir."
"No, you're right, either she'll end up dead or a furry, but I don't know how to explain that to her!"
"Well... uhm..." Jesus, how should HE answer that!? He was barely able to talk to his own kids, it wasn't as if he was some form of authority on the topic of kids. "Just sweep it under the rug, it's probably fine?"
"What would I do without your assistance?"
"Probably forget ordering everything, disappointing all potential customers, have a few serious lawsuits on your hand and go bankrupt."
Giving him a weird glance, Orange Guy just let it slide. "Yeah... IS IT TIME?"
"NO. If you would excuse me now, I have to make the regular inspections, before anyone else does it and finds the mice the kitchen chef adopted."
"He did- no, okay, do your thing Phoney and remember- I'm counting on you!" With a small smile he remembered when Phone Guy was his boss and said those words to him. Ages ago.
Now, how should he make himself useful?
OH, HE COULD BAKE THE CAKE HIMSELF-
That was a horrible idea and Old Sport knew that perfectly well.
Honestly, his hands were only useful for chaos and strangling toddlers- first one he was sure of, second of he would bet his head on, because that was just how life handled him. Should he go and pick the music-
It would end up being a four hours straight rickroll. Don't do it, for HER sake.
Fine, fine, he could... take care of lights...?
Seizure warning!
Finally giving up, he walked off. Screw this, he'd just take another look at the machine he hid in the saferoom. Somehow, she intrigued him, even if she didn't react really and he was a little too scared to mess with the complex machinery.
Lost in thought he walked off... and before the oh so curious Dave could follow him, he walked into Lefty.
"Hey there, Lefty, what'cha want?" Using that name was a slight provocation.
"Nothing, Springtrap. If you haven't noticed, I'm working here as well."
"Ya using the voice I gave you!" Surprisingly happy Dave smiled. "I knew you'd like it, it's exactly your arrogant asshole-ish type!"
"I don't really care about how it sounds, it is simply easier to understand and less exhausting."
"Exhausting you say? Well, there ain't anything more exhausting than being stuck in a springlocked suit 24/7, while being impaled!"
"Maybe being stuck in a walking prison 24/7 that makes stupid comments on the outside and regularly shocks you so you can't sleep!"
"Ya think I could SLEEP in this shit?! You at least got to SEE stuff, I was going insane in that backroom! Nothing to focus and but either the pain or my Sportsy! Fuck you, Puppet, you could have at least left this earth, it was your constantly sticking around that ruined your situation! I never had a choice!"
"WHAT? YOU COULD HAVE JUST NOT KILLED CHILDREN, WILLIAM!"
"Shhh, using that name is rude! I left that guy behind a LONG time ago."
"Dave. Fine. Either way, YOU deserved it, I didn't!"
"So... what about dem guards you strangled for no real reason?"
"Those were your fault as well. I had to force the place to give you the nightshift."
"And again you're blaming it ALL on me! Na-ah, I won't take that kind of shit. You're just as much of a murderer as I am, Puppet-boi!"
"Don't you DARE compare us in any way! I had a valid reason to-"
Funtime Chica appeared, putting an arm around both of them. "Girls, you're both pretty, now cut it out, please~?" With a fake whine she petted both of them. "Ohhh... I can't stand angry people... they make me so saaaaad~ Smile? Hm? For me?"
Marion hissed at the chicken and tried to free himself. "Either way, Dave. Seems we both ended up the same."
"I wouldn't say that! After all, I've got a shitton of new friends, got back my Sportsy and have a good time in general! You're just as bitter as you've always been and you're alone, Marionette. No one cares for you. Old Sport a little, but he's just nice to everyone working here. You have no friends."
After those hurtful words, he just left the animatronic standing there to reflect on its existence, while he began screwing with the arcade games.
Really, he did that every so often, just to keep the games engaging and unpredictable.
On point twelve o'clock, Mary came in. "THE BIRTHDAY GIRL IS HERE!"
Dave instantly came towards him, picking her up. "FINALLY! I was going fucking insane waiting for you!"
Thankfully the mother didn't hear it, she wasn't in yet, but Mary's friends were laughing.
It was a fairly mixed group of friends, she seemingly only invited four other kids. Good, because children were a bloody hassle and seven were already MORE than enough.
The first half of the party was going over swimmingly... the kids loved the pogo sticks, loved the decoration, loved the sweets and weirdly enough, they loved Dave. Apparently that man was holding himself together quite well...
Shortly Old Sport asked himself if the man was sober or something, it was that much of a different act he put on... at least while the parents were there. As soon as they left, he became the loudmouthed idiot again, who constantly teased the children in his weird way.
Old Sport sadly couldn't stand there and watch at all times, but he would regularly check in at all times to ensure no one mysteriously disappeared or got hurt.
For a while Dave stuck to the schedule and brought the cake on time. He even refrained from slapping it right into Mary's face, which was a miracle!
Halfway through the party, Candy Cadette entered and disrupted. "I am Candy Cadette. Come get your candy here! I have Candy all day. Every day. Candy. Candy. Candy."
"Candy Cadette!" Happy Mary threw her arms up. "How are you?"
"I feel very great as the empress of candy has reached another year of her existence. I prepared gifts for my queen and her chosen council."
Flustered Mary looked at the others. "I- I swear, I didn't make him say that-!"
"Of course not. I am Candy Cadette and I alone decide who is empress of candy. Now accept your gifts." He opened his usual candy deposit, but instead of normal candy, a candy crown came out, which he placed on Mary's head, together with candy scepter. For the others there candy necklaces and rings, Oliver got even a candy-SWORD---
"Now, if you allow it, I shall tell you the story of the attack from the warlord Oliver-" He signed at Oliver, who began smiling a little. "- and Empress Mary of the candy kingdom!"
They listened and afterwards they were in utter awe, ready to replay those epic events, which they promptly did.
Dave and Candy Cadette were play fighting along, in which Dave used his expandable neck as an effective weapon of distraction.
Old Sport smiled.
This was quite wholesome.
For now, he should take care of ordering the things Phone Guy needed.
Around twenty minutes later, he returned to the party, expecting everything from a peaceful scene to complete anarchy, but it seemed all good, they were gathered around Candy Cadette-
Wait. Where was Dave?
And- Mary!
OH DEAR LORD!
"O-Oliver, where's Mary?!"
"Huh? Dunno, she walked off with the Bunny-man, some sort of extra something for her being "almost adult" now. Psht, she is little baby."
Trying not to let his panic seep through, he looked around. "When did they leave?"
"A minute ago? Could you stop pestering me, I want to hear the story!" He returned to Candy Cadette.
Running out, he first headed to the saferoom, praying that the machine in there would buy him some time by confusing Dave.
But... no one was there.
What... what?!
He left again, looking around. What the fuck was Dave doing, what was going through his psychopathic brain?! IF HE EVEN HAD ONE-
And then he heard a car engine.
OH-
OH NO-
With that he dashed out and found Phone Guy's car being stolen-
Of course Mary was in the driver's seat. What did he expect?!
With a determent expression, he tried to run after it, but they were already too quick, so instead he jumped into another car, hijacked it and followed them as quickly as possible.
Mary on the other hand was equally having fun and being terrified. "Driving a car is easier than I thought!"
"Yeah, right?! Fuck the laws, you can drive a fucking car! It's literally just moving with the stirring wheel and putting your foot on one of the pedals! Now go, push that damn pedal down, we're getting followed!"
"What?"
"OH, FUCK YEAH, SPORTSY IS COMING TO GET US! GO, PUSH THE PEDAL, WE NEED TO GO FASTER!"
"B-But then I can't see!"
"NO PROBLEM, I WILL NAVIGATE THIS CAR!"
"Uh..." It suddenly occurred to her that maybe the guy wasn't all that great of a teacher.
"DO IT, IT'LL BE GREAT!"
But being fast was really fun... so she listened to him and laughed like mad as the prickle in her stomach grew stronger. Also, teasing the Orange Man was always fun!
Old Sport was swearing as the car sped up and sped up himself. If the police would get them, he'd have to- FUCK!
For some godforsaken reason they managed to get to the highway without being caught so -how was that even possible- and now they had to pay less attention, as well as attracting a LITTLE less.
Nah, fuck that. Old Sport began honking at them. "YOU FREAKING LUNATICS! STOP THIS!"
"YOU WILL NEVER CATCH US ALIVE!"
"I FEAR THE SAME! THAT'S WHY YOU HAVE TO STOP!"
"IT'S HER FRIST DRIVER'S LESSON AND SHE'S A NATURAL!"
"SHE'S GONNA DIE!"
"NO, SHE ISN'T, I'M AN EXCELLENT DRIVER!"
"FUCKING HELL, YOU AREN'T!"
"GASP! LANGUAGE, OLD SPORT!"
"DID YOU JUST SAY GASP?!"
Finally Mary became part of the conversation. "COULD YOU TWO STOP SCREAMING?!"
Dave next to her felt guilty. "Sorry, birthday gal!"
Instead he got out his Phone and called Old Sport. "We can talk like this!"
"FOR CHRIST SAKE, PLEASE, STOP! Get out of the car, I'm REALLY scared!"
"Why? What's the worst that could happen?"
"YOU TWO GETTING CRUSHED?!"
"Ah, buddy, we're on a highway, no bad things ever happen on a highway-"
Abruptly he was thrown towards the windshield, as Mary pushed the brake, as to not crash into the car that was driving slower in front of them.
"A-ARE YOU OKAY?!"
Rubbing his paining nose, Dave scoffed. "Of course I am! I'm just at the instant risk of being snapped by a billion of metal springs, no biggie!"
"Oh, stop your whining, I was talking to Mary! This is YOUR fault anyway!"
They were both distracted as the girl began suddenly laughing. "Okay, this IS much cooler than midnight racer- but I would like to go back to the party now! The others might worry..."
The sound of sirens in the distance agreed with her and so Old Sport changed into Phoney's car, so he wouldn't upset that poor guy too much and they jumped over the railing, using the other car as some sort of horrible ramp.
Mary seemed a bit relieved that she wasn't the one driving back and somehow they again managed to avoid cops. When they jumped out of the car, Oliver and Isaac came to greet them. Oliver's expression was indescribable, between jealousy, worry and shock.
"Did you HONESTLY go... get to drive?!"
"Yup!" Prideful Mary put her arms to her side. "It was easier than expected! Only the other drivers were a problem!"
Isaac bit his lip. "I... I would like to try it too one day... would you allow me to do that on my birthday as well...?"
Mary and Oliver had an equally as shocked expression.
"You'd do that?"
"YOU would do THAT?"
They exchanged a look, both somewhat impressed and Dave just put an arm around all of them. "No prob, my man, just gotta sneak past the sport and we'll be Gucci!"
And before Old Sport could even attempt to veto this decision, they all just left towards the restaurant, leaving him on his own.
He was just too lame to deal with, so instead they went back to their party and finished up nicely. At the end of the day, everyone agreed it was great fun and Mary ran up to both Dave and Old Sport to hug them tightly.
"This was the best day ever! Thank you too, I couldn't have wished for a better birthday! And thank you for letting me drive! That was cool!" Laughing brightly, she twirled around. "I will spend my next birthday here as well! But then I'll want to make it Candy Cadette themed!"
Dave scoffed. "That thing is creepy as FUCK!"
Old Sport just raised an eyebrow. "You're one to talk."
"What? I'm BEAUTIFUL!"
"Uh..." Better not discuss this in front of the children.
They waved the children goodbye and returned to relax for the evening.
Really, they deserved it.

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