Mayor: I’ve decided I’ve been a touch too lenient with all this, so, you’re imprisoned. Wait, no, not imprisoned… the kid version of that.. Grounded! That’s it, you’re grounded.
Bianca: What?! You can’t ground me for fighting the forces of evil!
Mayor: Aaactually I can ground you for any petty reason I want, parents get to do that, Bibi. Besides, I’m not grounding you for fighting evil, I’m grounding you for fighting with me, your father.
Bianca: But it’s the same thing!
Mayor: Hehehe, I know it is. But, family or not, Work is work. 9Lo, escort Bianca to her room please.
Bianca: Oh don’t you even think aboutACK NO PUT ME DOWN YOU GIANT BLOODSUCKING ASSBASKET
Bianca: THIS IS BULLSHIT
9Lo: ESTIMATING LEVEL OF CONCERN…. ESTIMATION COMPLETE. INSUFFICIENT CONCERN. EMPATHY-DRIVEN ACTION NOT DISPENSED.
Mayor: I’ll see you at dinner, sweetie! Now I’m off to kill your boyfriend and see if he’s still interested in coming to dinner Friday.
Bianca: GOD DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF RIGHT NOW UGH YOU SUCK HOPE HE KICKS YOUR ASS AND DECLINES [sweary rage fades into distance]