>I take a deep breath. Alright Anon it's game time. I double check my equipment before the mission starts. Long apron, check. Oven mitt gloves, check. Face mask, check. Into the breach we go. I nod back at my stego wife, who has the net prepared at the door.
>I knock twice on the door. "I'm knocking to respect your privacy but using my authority as your father and coming in anyway!" I count back from 5 as I brace myself.
>Perimeter breached and threat assessment begins. Chemical weapons deployed, my eyes are watering. Target alpha in natural state, hunched over at her desk, tacking away at her PC.
>"Cynthia you have to bathe, we talked about this." I put on my best fatherly tone.
>I get a hiss back as the little pale blur shoots out of her chair, diving at me. I brace and try to catch her but she's too greasy, slipping through my grasp. Plan B go.
>I whip around to dive at her as she makes a beeline for the door, looking to escape the enclosed space before I can get a hand on her. As she does so I fire the signal off.
>"Stella!" I yell out, the lime-yellow blur passing through the door and a net coming down on top of her. Target captured, proceed to step 2.
>A mess of hissing and clawing comes from the gremlin as I quickly pounce on her, tucking her in the net and picking her up. I begin the march to the bathroom. Stella shooting me a thumbs up in a pose with one hand on her hip. I nod at her.
>"Daaaaaaad." the stinkball complains loudly up at me, struggling against the net and my arms.
>"Every day, Cynthia. We talked about this." I say, using my foot to nudge the bathroom door open.
>"I can't even skip ONE day!? I wasn't even going to go outside today!" she huffs and goes limp, finally relenting.
>"Yes, every single day, sunshine." I say, having to frown down at her as she looks up at me with frustrated pleading eyes.
>"...do you have to get the net every time?" she asks, pain and embarrassment in her voice
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