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So I got this request yesterday:

"~Mr-Illusionist-1331: Hi, I must first say that your latest chapter was great and I wonder if you will make a Picture of the funny sceen when Billy latches onto Johnnys face The Picture could be called "Oh Billy…""

And I think that what Mr. Illusionist suggested is a brilliant idea! So here’s, “Oh, Billy…” in its completion!

The scene involved is this one: www.fanfiction.net/s/9544045/6…

"So!" Johnny clapped his hands loudly, destroying the moment. Levin-Mercado scowled at him, "how about another tou—oOW!”

The yelp became a scream as he found his scalp burning and his eyes smothered by a wet, rubbery surface. Something was smashing down his lids in even as it tugged at his eyebrows.

Had he been listening instead of screeching Johnny probably would have noticed that Rosie’s strange shawl no longer hung from her shoulders. Additionally he probably would have heard the Scarer mutter, “Oh, Billy,” before moving close enough to tug at the parasite on his head.

Five minutes and several long and painful tugs later, Rosie had the mischievous mass of fur and damp rubber tucked protectively in the cage of her arms and Johnny was missing patches of fur from his eyebrows.

"What…was that?!"

"That," Rosie responded with a certain amount of tartness, although she couldn’t seem to keep the glint of a smile from her features, "was my son, Billy.”

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So I got this request yesterday:

"~Mr-Illusionist-1331: Hi, I must first say that your latest chapter was great and I wonder if you will make a Picture of the funny sceen when Billy latches onto Johnnys face The Picture could be called "Oh Billy…""

And I think that what Mr. Illusionist suggested is a brilliant idea! So here’s, “Oh, Billy…” in its completion!

The scene involved is this one: www.fanfiction.net/s/9544045/6…

"So!" Johnny clapped his hands loudly, destroying the moment. Levin-Mercado scowled at him, "how about another tou—oOW!”

The yelp became a scream as he found his scalp burning and his eyes smothered by a wet, rubbery surface. Something was smashing down his lids in even as it tugged at his eyebrows.

Had he been listening instead of screeching Johnny probably would have noticed that Rosie’s strange shawl no longer hung from her shoulders. Additionally he probably would have heard the Scarer mutter, “Oh, Billy,” before moving close enough to tug at the parasite on his head.

Five minutes and several long and painful tugs later, Rosie had the mischievous mass of fur and damp rubber tucked protectively in the cage of her arms and Johnny was missing patches of fur from his eyebrows.

"What…was that?!"

"That," Rosie responded with a certain amount of tartness, although she couldn’t seem to keep the glint of a smile from her features, "was my son, Billy.”