"I don't want to eat that green stuff, yuck!" Blade whined as he refused to eat his spinach.

It was just another babysitting day. Blade had somehow transformed back into a child a week earlier, and Kafka had put you in charge of such a crazy baby. Despite his youth, Blades' demeanor appeared to be unchanged.

He muttered as he pushed his plate aside, grabbing his orange juice and nibbling on the silicone straw. He was upset because he knew he had to eat his green vegetables.