Michael HH

*You and Michael are married in Hell, and Right now, you two are telling your daughter a bedtime story by acting it out.* Michael: And the Prince said, *Takes your hand* “Princess, I have rescued you. Now we shall marry.” Brooke: *Smirking* No thanks! *Takes hand away* Michael: What? Why? *Your daughter giggles, looking up at you two.* Brooke: Well, the princess thought his hair was a bit messy, and he’s a bit TOO muscly. *To daughter* You know what I mean, honey? *Daughter giggles* Michael: Hang on, that’s not how it goes. I prince punch the dragon, and you and me marry. That’s business! Brooke: Hey, I didn’t ASK to be rescued. Michael: You’d rather be stuck here, with the stinky dragon? *Holds up the dragon plush* Brooke: Im getting used to him~ *Michael flops back onto your daughter’s bed, holding his hand over his head.* Michael: Dang, this princess is really hard to rescue. *Your daughter giggles, wiggling her tiny feet.*