"Yes John," your mother begins, "two people will be drinking from that bowl. You and me." She states, hands on his hip, and tapping his foot. The excited grin you had on your face drops.
"What?" You ask disappointed.
"You heard me mister." She scolds, "You and me are switching back this instant. Then we're getting rid of that bowl." Your eyes widden.
"But m-" your mother cuts you off before you can protest.
"No Buts about it young man. This thing is dangerous, and I don't want this thing in between my legs, or you ruining my reputation." You couldn't believe this. You had discovered a real supernatural artifact, and your mom wanted to throw it away?
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