Don't look at it. Don't look at it, don't think about it, don't [i]acknowledge[/i] it in any way, because if you don't look at it, don't think about it, don't acknowledge it, it doesn't exist. Everything is fine, actually! A golden day on Gaia, with nearly all of her friends, and everything is pretty, everything is golden, and if she doesn't look at the [i]mountain fuck fuck fuck--[/i]

It's the galaxy's quietest panic attack as several paradigms shift like a teenager unused to working a clutch.

Think of bananas. Think of flamingoes! Think of literally anything else think it think it think it force it to exist in your head and focus on it and don't think about focus bad think it exist it and force it to not exist in--

"Yes! Teach!"

She's in the kid's face, wildeyed, and the words come strangled, like a cry for help trying to get out between throttling hands.

"You! Brownies, yes! Good thought, good time, yes let's sit down and chat and that was amazing and where did you learn to [i]do[/i] that and [i]can you please teach me--!"[/i]