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MAAAAMAAAAAAAA *runs up to her and gives her a big hug*

"My darling! Hello! How are you, my child? Are you brushing your teeth? Flossing?"

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motha gooseberry, how much trouble i'd be in if I were to, say, throw a blunt object at another's...?

- blythe, @missing-faces

(i apologize for her accent)

"Very deep into trouble, young lady!"

"Do it. Do it! DO IT!"

"Doctor Futterman! That is not helping!"

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you remind me a lot of my own mama, so i respect you, regardless of the trial stuff. please take care, mother, you’re a lot better than the other two. idk i forgot their names

- 🔪

"Oh..."

Mother Gooseberry is taken aback. Nobody has told her to 'take care'. That was her job to tell others.

"You sweetheart! Thank you so much!"

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Can you be my mother? 🥺

"Of course, my dear child! Come to mama, sweetheart!"

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phyllis you're beautiful and i love you 🫶

"You fucking whores."

"Doctor Futterman, that is not very nice! Nevermind him, dear. Thank you!"

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Do u like the flowers franco gave u Miss gooseberry? I think that was so sweet of him <3

"Well... It's the thought that counts."

"The flowers are shit, that's what they are."

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Gooseberry don’t tell coyle I said this but he’s a Stinkie burnt ol bitch 💙

"Oh, now, let's watch our language, dear. But I must agree. He can be very vulgar."

"Could've fooled me the way you want to be his fucking slut!"

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//im so sorry i was asked this by an anon😔//

Arms folded, foot tapping, in a contemplating fashion - Franco stood, grumbling to himself. Before he knew it, his legs were taking him straight to Gooseberry; withered flowers clutched in one trembling hand behind his back.

Franco held his tongue in his cheek for a moment before producing the bundle in front of him, head bowed in order to conceal his flushed cheeks.

He'd said all that crap about this woman, why now did it unnerve him when he had to act upon it?

"Oh?"

Mother Gooseberry watches as Franco presents the flowers to her. Her head tilts to the side as she took the small bouquet in her left hand.

"What's this, now?"

"You blind cow. They're sorry excuses for fucking flowers. Short stack thinks he has a chance with you, HA!"

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Miss Futterman;

You have a beautiful voice. I think it would make an even better rhapsody, some day...

- 🎻

"You charmer! My goodness! Thank you, dear!"

"You believe this horeshit, Phyllis?"

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*runs up and starts violently strangling dr. futterman* it's about time YOU got the goose grease!

"AAHHHGBHHGBHHBH!!"

"Oh, you naughty child! That's not how we hug Doctor Futterman!"

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hi miss ma’am, just wanna say you look amazing today and you’re doing great.

*side-eyes Dr. Futterman*

you too, I guess.

"Thank you, darling! Say thank you, Doctor Futterman!"

"Fuck you."

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🛌💤 ... Zzzz... Zzz..

Mother Gooseberry stays silent, knowing the screamer needs their rest.

"NO SLEEPING ON THE JOB, YOU LAZY FUCK! HA-HA HA-HA HA-HA!"

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Miss Futterman, did you ever have liveshows??

"Yeah, she did! On Halloween, scaring off all the little shits! They thought she was an ogre HA-HA HA-HA HA-HA!"

"Daddy, please! Oh, I wanted to do live shows. I wanted to teach the children! If only their mommies and daddies were locked away so the children could stay!"

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*a little kid tugs at the bottom of Mother Gooseberry's dress*

Could I pet the pretty goose?

*the little girl gives puppy eyes glance at Futterman*

"Hello, darling! Of course you may!"

Mother Gooseberry leaned down to be eye level with the child. She pinched Dr. Futterman's beak closed with her left hand, much to his dismay.

"Be gentle with him, now, dear."

"Waash me fffukkin hatch!!" (Watch my fucking hat!!)

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Wish I could be held and rocked gently by you, mama. I really need it now. I love your voice when you hum your cheerful melodies.

"Of course, my child! Come here, dear. What melody would you like, darling?"

Mother Gooseberry pulls you into a gentle hug with her left arm, keeping Dr. Futterman away at an arm's length.

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The one that mentioned u seeming like a caregiver,I have too agree! You make my brain melt best way possible

"My goodness! Well, I am thrilled to know that I am doing my job well!"

"That's a first."