Happy Birthday, Marty!

*huggles all around*
-M: Heh, thanks.-
-VD2: Happy birthday, son.-
-VM: Thanks Dad.-
-VDM: How old are we supposed to be?-
38, apparently.
-M2: *whistle* Wow. We'd be married with the twins.-
Yeah, they'd be about 8 years old now -- 17 in 2015 -- yup, 8.
-D: *brings out cake and other treats*-
-J: Ooo, looks good.-
-VuM: Smells good too.-
-OD: *tentacles wearing little aprons* Good, because we spent all afternoon preparing this.-
-VuM: You did good, Doc.-
-TD: *pulling out a gift-wrapped wagon* However, first on our agenda is presents.-
-M: *frowning at the wagon* Awfully odd-looking gifts. Did you guys build us something?-
-D: Sort of. It was TeenDoc's idea originally.-
-MF: Do we need crash helmets?-
-DW: Ha ha. I assure you that none of these items are prone to exploding.-
-TD: They kept me very much in check. Very frustrating.-
-VDM: *eyes suddenly go wide* This is where our guitars went, isn't it?!-
Oh boy *hides under desk to avoid Martycarnage*
-D: Wait! Your guitars are fine!-
-M: Prove it! Get that gift wrap off!-
*Docs tear off gift wrap and redistribute guitars*
-VD: See? They're fully functional.-
-M2: *looking it over* So why you'd take them? What did you do?-
-TD: Try strumming them.-
-VM: *cautiously does so*-
*LOUD note*
-VM: O.O-
-DW: We did some redesigning -- essentially, we encoporated an amplifier into the body of the guitar.-
-TD: *cautiously* Do you like it?-
-VDM: *huge grin* Emmett, I -- let me put it this way, it involves the phrase, "If you weren't a guy--"-
*comes out from under desk* I think they like. Of course, this means the rest of us will never sleep again.
-VD2: Don't worry, we also soundproofed their music room. Try to keep most of your practicing down there, all right?-
-VuM: Not a problem. *more huggles all around* All right, let's get started on this cake!-

( Happy Birthday To You, Happy Birthday To You )

-VDM: Mmm, great cake Docs.-
-M: You guys are pretty good at cooking.-
-D: When you've lived on your own for as long as we have, you learn quickly.-
-J2: So now what do you want to do?-
-M2: *cuddling her* How about some private snuggling?-
-VM: And later, we really stress-test these new guitars! Play fucking loud!-
You guys did provide earplugs as well, right?
-D: First thing we got after building those guitars.-