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Ace is thankful his kids don't look like him.
Then again, he should've probably figured that even if mixing with somebody who is made up of chemical X would cancel out the gangreen color, it wouldn't cancel out entirely everything from him. Especially not personality.
"Give me back my cookie, Darko!" Rosemary yells as she chases her twin brother.
Rosemary has his eyes, her mother's hair and spunk. Darko looks kind of like his mother, almost, but deep down-
"Come and get it, twerp!" he sneers.
He's still my son, Ace sighs inwardly. He can hear Buttercup's footsteps, and he's scooping up as much broken glass and wood as he can. But he knows already, he'll be blamed.
At least she can't hit him as hard as she used to. Marital benefits, after all. Up until she decides to kick him out but if she does, she won't be able to say her husband was a member of Gorillaz, now can she?
So he believes, a little bit, that some pride can be taken in the fact his kids aren't total goodies. Runs in the father's side of the family.