Not that I’m complaining, but I’ve got a gripe. Yes, a gripe. That’s not a complaint, is it? Because I have one. And that one is… There are too many gingers around here. Halp! Everywhere I look… ginger, ginger, GINGER!
See? There’s one over there. She might look pale and innocent enough but she’s still a ginger.
Miss Newton says: Ginger or no, this is one ginger who plans on sleeping.
Whenever I want to go upstairs, yep, there’s another ginger.
Pia says: None shall pass! Unless you have the secret password that might contain the letters i, n, e, r, and a couple of g’s.
Gingers to the left of me…
Patrol Sergeant Zuzu says: So? What of it? At least I have my papers. Do you??
Gingers to the right of me…. Okay, so The Squirt isn’t a ginger… but she was born from a ginger. So, she might as well be one!
The Squirt says: Huh?
I can’t look up or down because… you guessed it. Gingers all around!
Argh! There’s another one!
Quint says: Don’t worry, little sister. I’ll protect you.
*mumbles* You’re one too, big brother.