Farmer Fuk's house was small and dirty, with many flies buzzing around in search of food.
"I read a book about the history of the word 'fuck' when I was eight months old," Klaus whispered to his older sister, "but I've never seen it spelled F-U-K."
"Idk about vocabulary but I know there's no invention called 'fuk'," Violet replied.
"Nofuk!" Sunny exclaimed, which meant something like, "It's definitely not a word, much less a biteable object."
Farmer Fuk led them to their new bedroom, and opened the door. There was one queen-sized bed, and a twin bed.
"This room is pretty stuffy, because nobody built an air vent, and there's cobwebs all over the books, because no one reads them, and the mattress is only comfortable if you bite it to soften it up. Well, enjoy!"
And with that, he left them alone in the abandoned bedroom. Violet tied her hair up and started installing an air vent somehow, Klaus read the books, Sunny bit the mattress, and Carla just sat there.
After they were done, Violet stood up and said, "I suppose Klaus and I will share the queen bed, while Sunny and Carla share the twin bed."
"That's weirdly convenient," Klaus mumbled, but nobody heard him.
After a few minutes of relaxing in their new room, Klaus felt like it was time for one of his standard why-does-our-life-suck-so-much breakdowns.
"I hate it here!" he exclaimed angrily. "It's dirty, and there's barely any books!"
"Klaus, if you could conceal your nerd boner for one fucking second," Violet replied, "you would notice that for the first time in God knows how long, we have an adult around, and we're around civilization. Not everything revolves around books, okay?"
"Damn... das tru," Sunny said. Klaus sighed.
"We should at least explore the farm, and make sure there's nothing shady going on," Klaus said, and Violet nodded. She picked up Sunny, and they left the room, leaving Carla in her bed asleep.
