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Gen 2, Part 12: College Households Grunt, Curious
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Grunt



It was at his daily visit to the coffee shop that Buzz Grunt first met Lyla Vandermorgan. She was without a question the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. There was a charm to her that captivated Buzz’s attention as soon as he saw her. He did what he had never even thought of - he invited Lyla to share his precious coffee time with him.



“Morning, Buzz. Extra strong, double-sized, table in the corner.”

Lyla laughed. “You seem to have a reputation here.”

“He arrives at 7:30 every morning without fail. We actually prepare his coffee ahead since he always orders the same thing, and he’ll walk in right when it’s done.” The barrista handed Buzz his order.

“I will need an additional coffee today, actually.” Buzz said.

“Who are you and what have you done with Buzz Grunt?”

“My bad!” Lyla chimed in.



Lyla was a very chaotic person herself and thought it incredibly funny how perfectly organized Buzz was. From his coffee to his clothes to his grades, Buzz seemed like the type of person nothing could ever take by surprise. Seeing him change his rigid schedule to invite her for coffee was a compliment she only later learned the extent of. And Buzz found himself making other spontaneous decisions, like moving his training session to an earlier point in time so that he could accompany Lyla to an art exhibition.



Such devotion didn’t fail to impress Lyla.



Buzz was happier than ever when Lyla agreed to marry him. In a typical Buzz fashion, he had it all planned out - the wedding, their children, his career at the army, Lyla’s artistry which she could very well do from home while raising the children.



It would be perfect.

Say hello to Samuel McGork, Angus and Isabella McGork's younger son.



Curious and Curiouser



Jenny Curious took a deep breath of non-Strangetown air. The house looked kind of small, but it was free of brothers. The campus organizer had told her that two older students already lived here, but they were looking for a roommate.

He had also said that they were kind of strange, but Jenny wasn’t too worried there.



She did a double-take when a green-skinned woman with bright red hair opened the door.

“Hey! You must be the new tenant, right? I’m Chloe, my sister Lola is inside. Figured I’d let you get used to one of us first. So, you’re probably wondering why I’m green, right? Well, the thing is, I’m an alien. Half-alien, if you want to be exact. Got my eyes from my human parent. It’s a bit weird, but you’ll get used to it. Oh, and the hair? Totally dyed it. I always wanted to look more like my stepmother.”

Blink.

Kind of strange may have been an understatement.

“Damnit, Chloe, what did I tell you? Try not to bring up your whole life story at once, it confuses people even more!” another woman yelled from inside the house.

“She hasn’t run away yet! There’s still hope!”



Jenny was able to collect herself enough after Chloe’s verbal assault to enter the house and sit down to dinner with the siblings.

“Really sorry about Chloe.” Lola sighed. “She’s scared away several roommates over the past year.”

“We’re really harmless, I swear!”

They certainly seemed harmless enough and Jenny found that her brothers’ fondness for space aliens had prepared her sufficiently for two half-alien roommates. They would actually have been disappointed to see just how normal Lola and Chloe were. Apparently they had been adopted as babies and only met their full-blooded alien parent when they were teenagers.



Said alien parent with the weird-sounding name of Pollination Tech #9 (“I’m seriously glad that Glabe gave us our names! I mean, can you imagine being called something weird like Engineer #5000? Yuck!”) was expected for dinner about a month after Jenny moved in.



“Hey dad! Say hi to our roomie!”

“Kitty?” P.T. blinked as he saw the familiar face. Then he realized how impossible that was. “Oh, crud.”

The three girls looked at him in confusion.

“You know my mother?” Jenny suggested.

“Yes, I… I should probably explain something… Glabe is going to kill me…”



“So what you’re saying is that Jenny is our half-sister?”

“Exactly. Your human parent’s name is Glarn Curious, he used to be married to your adoptive mother before he married Kitty.”

“I didn’t even know dad was married before, much less that he had children.” Jenny wondered.

“There were several misunderstandings, and it didn’t help matters that I disappeared for a few years. By the time I came back, Glabe had already taken matters into her own hands and it took me a long time to find her. I had always planned to introduce the girls to their father when they moved back to Strangetown with me, I didn’t expect them to meet their sister here.”



“I’m glad to have met them.” Jenny said. “And I’m sure dad will want to meet them too.”


Future General Buzz is the most military person alive. He is the essence of military. Of course he has a routine for how and when he takes his coffee.

Meanwhile, Jenny turned out looking so much like her mother that P.T. was bound to get confused.

There's a bit of a continuity error here. I only thought about Chloe coloring her hair to look like Glabe when writing the College scenes, so her hair is already red in the toddler pics. Maybe she insisted on having red hair really early?

Anyway, P.T. only has genes for black and brown hair, adding those to his already confusing hair color. Original P.T. has genes for red hair, but is shown in the pictures as blond. Jenny, by the way, has brown hair, but with a recessive gene for blond. One of the four Curious siblings did end up with blond hair. Unfortunately, it was Lazlo.

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