The Bionic in the Basement - Lab Rats

Chapter 16- Too Many Items

A/N- Looking back, I should've called Eden's atomic division 'atom snapping'. 

SERIOUSLY, IS THAT NAME NOT AWESOME?

So, I'm going back to chapters 1+4 to edit. Her atomic division will now be called 'atom snapping'. I came up with it when my sister was snapping to call Clizby into the house. Darn, her cat is so cute. 

PS- in this story, Bionic Showdown hasn't happened until I say it has, got it?

PPS- Kat and Drake will be out of our hair soon, never fear.

PPPS- 'Too Many Items' is a Minecraft mod, where you get every item on the earth.

PPPPS- I'm only making this dramatic because every story needs some drama, so don't call me a drama queen. I'm sorry if the end gets dramatic, but I'll fix it.

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So, Kat apparently had to leave her stupid hotel to get a tree with us on Saturday. Yayyy I'm lying. Seriously she hates EVERYONE, including the pigeons that were sitting on the electricity wires. Yeah-huh. She'd probably destroy the earth if she had that ability. My snowclothes were nestled all snug in my suitcase, with nightmares of a girl who had crap in her cornflakes. Tasha made me read 'T'was the Night Before Christmas' for out Santa drill.

So, after I finished packing, I played with my hair, and tried out new French braid styles (my hair looks pretty in French braids, no I'm not vain). Bree and I once had a 'Faux-French' day where we ate french toast and put our hair in French braids. It wasn't very French. But at least we know how to make killer French toast. I continued to think about Bree. LIKE A NORMAL PERSON. Everybody says 'sisters are annoying' and they drive you completely crazy, but we had never really gotten in an argument that lasted over 10 seconds. I think it's because we came from the same lives, and we're about the same age.

The elevator doors dinged, and Adam, Bree, and Chase entered the lab, accompanied by fog and pyrotechnics. I'm kidding. Lol. 

"Hey Eden." Chase said casually.

"Bonjour." I replied. Oops, didn't mean to say that. I guess I as caught up on Frenchie-ness. "Ha ha. C'est aléatoire. Je voulais dire 'bonjour'." Wait, why am I speaking French?

"Eden, stop speaking French. We all know Adam has problems with... speaking in general." Chase said.

"Euh, les gars? Je pense que quelque chose ne va pas. Oh mon Dieu, je ne peux pas arrêter de parler français! AIDER!" I screamed. WHAT IS GOING ON?

"Eden, seriously, stop." Bree said. 

"Je ne peux pas l'arrêter! Que diable se passe?" I asked. 

"Wait... are yo- what is... DAVENPORT!" Leo shouted. Dad treaded (that's a lot of 'ed's) up the stairs. 

"Guys, what do you want? I was Dav-Chatting with the board of directors about my-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, wartet auf die Genehmigung auf Erfindung mit unnötig langen Namen." Wait, that's not French. OH MY GOSH, I HAVE EVOLVED FROM BIONIC (actually trionic, because I have three abilities) EDEN INTO BILINGUAL EDEN! SAVE ME!

"Wait, what is she saying? Don't tell my you have nasal congestion! Great. Leo, go get the bionic compatible neti pot." Dad groaned.

"No, Mr. Davenport, Eden keeps... speaking random languages." Chase said. 

"Well, that's gotta be a glitch." Dad said, scratching his majestical (adding 'majestical' before you write a noun makes you sound cool. Ex- she licked her majestical lollipop, the majestical pegasus leapt into the sky, the majestical magician made his magic multiply) chin.