Mary was sitting on the floor confused. She was supposed to be a teen girl, right? But the camera thought she was a middle aged woman. She was further confused when she same Kylie take a picture of Tortuga del Muerte, their live in luchadore.
Why did they have a live in luchadore? Mary remembered when he moved in, after her mother disappeared, back when it was just her and her brother and sister. But it didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Mary wasn’t dumb, and she wasn’t going to believe her lying brain.
“Why don’t you go downstairs and practice your suplexes in the living room, Torty” Mary said in a faked chipper voice. When he left, she turned to Kylie. “Okay. Who was he before?”
“My daughter Alex, but middle aged” responded Kylie.
“God. This is too confusing.”
“You’re telling me. Want me to revert him?”
“If you revert him what will he be? A middle aged woman? That’s okay, right?”
“Well. A middle aged woman you think is your mother who thinks she’s married to you...”
“Oh no. That sounds worse. Should I change him again?”
“Yeah. But let’s be smart about it. Here. You do the changing,” said Kylie, unaware of the implications.
They went downstairs. To Mary, it was normal, but Kylie was taken aback by the full sized wrestling ring in the living room. “Maybe just use the random setting. Who knows what the environmental ones might produce.
“Alright,” said Mary. She raised the camera and snapped a photo of Tortuga del Muerte, her live in luchadore, laughing at how absurd and also ordinary that felt to call him that.
He was replaced by...