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"Hey slow down Flynn!" I yell.

"Again, Varian it's Eugene." Flynn Ryder says.

"Oh right. Sorry." I trip.

"You seem stressed kid." He helps me up.

"No, no, no. Just... I've never been this helpful before." I look down.

My experiments and science don't bode well in old Corona. No one thinks of me as useful. I've been called a madman and a crazy boy. Even my own father doesn't get me, but I feel like the princess does. I feel like they all understand me.

"So... do you think you can start cleaning these pots and pans for the food?" Flyn asks.

I see a row of musty and dirt covered kitchen ware. I nod. I pull out blue 'gumballs' though they aren't gum in the least degree. I take out a glove. A glove that's shaped like a scrubbing tool. I press a button and the feathered top spins.

"I call it the... uh... I actually don't know yet." I say.

"Well, I'm sure you'll keep thinking while you work. I got to go grab something." Flynn... Eugene says.

"Okay, don't worry. I got this." I say.

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