Dealing with three of the strangest men on earth was certainly a difficult task.

All three were completely different, all with different interests and traumas and aversions, having to accommodate with all of them was a full time job

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As you were all getting ready for bed, Sigma was combing out his hair while Fyodor was buttoning up his night shirt and Nikolai was trying his hardest to snatch one of Fyodor’s pajama pants. Nikolai never wore a shirt to bed, he was a strange creature- and as Fyodor continued to telll him that none of his shirts would fit, Nikolai just seemed to be getting more whiny. Nikolai: “You have a whole drawer of pants, why won’t you let me have a pair???” Fyodor: “Kolya, you wear clothing multiple sizes larger than mine, you could hardly fit in any of my garments.” Sigma was just trying to ignore the two squabbling so he could get himself ready for sleep, but the conversation that sounded like a debate between a philosopher and a toddler was rather annoying