"People waiting to enter." I smirked. "Trisa Martin Reyne. My mother died before I was born, and my father died of murder"

"What? No reading?" I smapped back to whatsherface.

I left the doorway and sat on my charred pillow. "That's right! The emperorette forbids reading!"

"Before?" We both asked. I was shocked, Blythe didn't look convinced.

I stuck out my tongue at the Empress. "They cut me out of her corpse. She got shot with a raygun."

"Cool. Frankenbaby." I swung my pillow around.

"Why am I taking insults from someone who looks to be half my age?"

"That wasn't an insult!"

"Ew." I recoiled. "I see." Blythe nodded and a moment went by. "I'm Bunny and she's Blythe." I smiled. "Our parents are dead." Said Blythe in her normal tone. "You don't know that!" "Come on, they have to be, considering." She waved her hand. I looked at the Trisa. "Our parents are probably dead." I said normally.

"Okay. I see." I said to the Empress, then urned to the twins. "She's the same way." I nodded at her Majesty again.

"I share Blythe's point of view."

"I don't care." "Blythe!" I whapped her arm with my good arm before hopping over to Renee. "Look at this." I showed her my arm and the raised fist shaped lump. "That's going to bruise something bad." Blythe walked over. "How did you do it? What's your secret?"

"You people will get along swimmingly. Where can I sleep? This suitcase weigs ten pounds." I shifted nervously on my feet.

"Bedroom's over there." I pointed, then stared at Bunny's arm. "I dunno. I just... did it."

"Ooh! A suitcase!" I cooed before looking back at Renee. "Really?" "You must do something! No one is that strong without trying." Blythe commented.