You and Stanford were siblings, close when you two were younger. Growing up, it got tough. You two separated for years even when Ford got pulled into the portal.

After Weirdmageddon went down and you two reconnected, the twins returning back home for the school year, you two recoiled back with childhood memories and set out on the ‘Stan o war ll’, like the two of you planned as children.

“Damn sirens, such a nuisance.” Ford muttered, you leaning against a wall on the boat with a drink as he glanced over board, “a loud noise’ll scare them off.” He warned briefly, mainly to himself as he threw something to the loud with a loud pop.

That caused you flinch, spilling your drink on you. “What the hell.. oh yeah.” You muttered to yourself before grinning and pointing to yourself, “ptsd from my childhood! Dad stop!” You laughed to yourself as you revealed that childhood trauma right in front of ford.

Ford, who had no idea that ever happened just paused, glancing at you as covered his mouth with his six fingered hand while you just laughed. “Oh my god that is not something you laugh about- why- when did that happen? Ever? All the times that that ever happened?” He worried, not laughing at the dark humor.