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Boy my brothers are weird.
Hmm, but it’s mostly Charlie and Timmy that’s weird.
One of my brothers are weird. Hmmm.
This isn’t making much sense, but
Laughing gulls aren’t weirder than my brothers.
Um, no–don’t put that.
Hmm, wait I have one.
Uh-uh.
Now the seatide is coming in.
Yeah, my brothers are drowning–but not Charlie.
But Charlie got shot by a nuclear torpedo that was launched into space. Johnny and Timmy lived inside the submarine that shot the torpedo.

Charlie is a smelly poop-bag. Siblings
tend to shoot nuclear submarine torpedoes at each other and call each other poop-bags.
The seagulls will feast on their dead flesh after I destroy them with an atom bomb.
But Charlie forgot he was in space.
Hmm.
Timmy makes grunts and slobbers very much like my childhood dog, Snuffy.
Maybe Timmy is Snuffy.
Timmy was soon put to sleep and then reincarnated as a seagull.

Update from Johnathon [4:50 p.m.]: Yes, we have the technology.