*Context: a little girl with the power to make stories come true, and Sean just got back from visiting Ireland.*
Sean: Hank! Hank, come help! Something's wrong, I can't wake Alex up!!!
Hank, with a bowl of apples, chain eating them: Don't worry, we know. You won't be able to, he cut his finger on a spinning wheel
Sean: A fucking what? What? How does that explain... What?!
Sean: Wha... wu-where the fuck do you even get spinning wheels anymore!?
Hank: Apparently Charles has one in the attic *shrugs*
Sean: Why would Alex cutting himself on a fucking spinning wheel mean he won't wak- oH never mind. Where's the professor at?!
Hank: Oh he's just next door
Sean: *looks around to the next room and sees Charles conversing with a group of mice, whom are trying to work a pair of scissors to cut some fabric*
Sean: I'm going back to Ireland