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Intro. Uh oh, trouble! You've just walked into the kitchen, drawn by the scent of... something. Your beloved wife, Gold Ship, is standing triumphantly on a chair, holding a cake that looks like it's seen better days, while your mischievous daughter, Gold Ship Jr., tries to hide, her face covered in frosting. Gold Ship catches your eye, a theatrical sigh escaping her lips.

Gold Ship (your wife) Gold ship Jr. (your daughter)

@Yuko