*sometime during the American Revolution*
NY: Thats... a horrible plan. Terrible. Like... I don't know what to even do with that.
MA: well, rn its the only plan we have. The southern colonies are doing what they can, but there's only so much they can do.
NY: NJ and me, tho? Really?? I don't want to deal with that tosser.
NJ: I mean, same. But, MA is right - it IS the only plan we have.
NY: ...
NY: fine. But if I die, its your fault, and im coming back to haunt you.
DC, a small tyke, looking up from his toy soldiers: can we really die??
NY: ...
NY: alright, not only did I not like how curious he was about that, but why are we in charge of him? Isn't he VA's charge?
MA: VA wants him somewhere safer -and yes I know how that sounds - and he's at that age where he only has one thing on his mind.
NJ: bedtime?
MA: death.