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“Oh my gosh, Grunkle Ford, what is that?!”
Ford swears Mabel’s voice frequency vibrated the metal plate in his skull. He had been changing his dirty red sweater to a clean red sweater, knowing it would only take a second, so he didn’t bother shutting the door. Mabel just so happened to be walking by at the perfect time, it seems.
Ford turns around, feeling exposed in his white undershirt and follows her pointing finger to the bare expanse of his neck. His eyes widen and he slaps a hand against his neck, for once grateful for the extra width of a sixth finger. “Nothing!” He blurts out.
“You have a beautiful tattoo and you didn’t even show me?” Mabel’s voice seems to get louder with every word she says. Ford doesn’t even know how she’s that loud. Have children gotten louder since the last time he’s been in this dimension? He should study that.
Ford keeps a steady hand on the side of his neck. “I don’t have a tattoo.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” Mabel says with a hand on her hip. Suddenly, she sprints out of the room, yelling, “Dipper, Grunkle Ford has a secret tattoo!”
Cursing in an alien language, Ford shoves his head through his clean sweater, not even taking the time to put on his overcoat before chasing after Mabel, “I do not have a secret tattoo!”
“Sheesh, Mabel was right in saying that I need to teach you to lie better.” Somehow, Ford had ended up with a reclining Stan in the living room.
Ford scratches the back of his head. “It’s embarrassing. I don’t know why I got it.”
Stan stands up, patting Ford’s shoulder as he walks by, “Good luck with trying to worm out of this one.”
Just as he walks by, Ford hears the pounding footsteps of the younger twins running down the stairs, quickly getting louder as they get closer. Ford pales and Stan laughs.