Good. Eight o'clock sharp, young man! Doctor Jinx's orders.

( how silly. a doctor doesn't tell their patients what time they're suppose to be home, but at this point it's better to not question how jinx's mind operates even when she is being goofy on purpose.

giggling, silco can hear her winding up her monkey toy once more and it rattles once it's activated again. it doesn't speak this time because she isn't hitting the record button, but it's alive nevertheless. )

— Maybe I should get some workers too for my future junkyard, eh?