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Reno had a Host Club! And his club had all sorts of neat stuff, like a lego table and a velcro dartboard and those nifty little cards that had pictures on them for matching games and stuff! And there was grape juice! And cookies! And a kind of scary lookin' pizza that he took from the common room last night that might have marshmallows and salami on it, but Reno wasn't sure.

Oh, oh, oh! And bestest of all? Reno's Host Club had boys who were there to entertain the girls or whatever, even if girls did have cooties. It was their duty as hosts to be all entertaining an' stuff, and that's why it had 'Host' in the name and not just 'play with our toys club' or something, and Host Club boys were tough and could totally handle a few cooties anyhow.

So it was really, really good that the clinic had free cootie shots today, maybe.

Oh! And Reno had made a sign with crayons and had hung it up and it was a good sign saying that the Host Club was open to everyone. If you squinted and looked at it sideways and used your 'magination.

And if they were real good, maybe Uncle Barney would tell them all a story, Reno hoped. Because Uncle Barney was awesome.

[OCD is up and the Host Club is open to all!]

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"Nooooo!" Jack shouted. "I'm-a driving away! VrrrrrRRRRRRRRR!" he said, totally vrooming away on the floor.

Reno was going to stomp off after him, stompstompstomp!

He was terrifying.

"ROAARR."

"Noooo!" Jack said, turning the truck around to ram the monsterything.

It probably wasn't a good thing.

Lego? Was everywhere.

Reno's monster? Was in pieces.

Reno? Was about to start crying.

"You broked it!!"

"It's not broken, it's just in pieces!" he said, taking part of the monster and part of the semi and sticking them together. "Vrrrraaaargh!" he said. "It's a space alien now!" He put some of the other pieces on the trailer, making...something.

It took Reno a few moments of sniffly consideration to finally come to the conclusion that this was, in fact, not a disaster.

"Izzat a behemoth-truck?" He sniffled again, just to get the last of the sniffles out, and then peered curiously at the Lego... thing.

"Yes!" he said, proudly, trying to avoid sniffles and crying. "Behemothytruck."

Beat.

"Whazza bee-moth?"

"It's a big monster that goes ROAAAWRARRRRR an' then tries to eat you," Reno said knowledgeably. "An sometimes it cooks you first with flare, an' sometimes it just makes you confuuuuuuused, and sometimes it just goes BOOM! DEATH!"

Death was fun to say. Yep!

"That sounds like a big scary monster! How do you kill it? Or make it go away?" Jack asked, eyes wide.

"You gotts to be strong," Reno said, puffing up his chest proudly. "Like Turks! Turks are strong and can kill big scary monsters real easy!"

"How do I be a Turk an' be big and strong?" Jack asked. "Do Turks need drivers?"

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