She had two heads. It wasn't a Siamese Twin

She had two heads. It wasn't a Siamese Twin thing. It was fusion. Walt Disney's head was not frozen, it was attached to her neck. In the back. That was the real brains behind Pixar

She took notes for Lasseter who had been a drooling lunatic since working the lot. She "transcribed" them, looping the info through her second head with Walt's brain and into Pixar

recording equipment she kept stashed in her vest pocket for emergencies. If this wasn't an emergency, she didn't know what was. Listening carefully to the transcibed message

east on route to the hospital. Why had time flew by so quickly? Why would the world work in this manner? Then again, this was her, after all. Things like this often happened.

She was pregrante and needed to get to the hospital but no the crazies were after us. Two men who thought we killed their brother. They wanted revenge. What would happen to us...

when we ran out of ammo for our vegetable guns? Could we risk stopping at a produce stand? Would the baby like broccoli? So many questions to answer, so little

information with which to even begin to form a reasonable proximity of what might be considered an acceptable answer, if that was in fact what was expected. I grabbed a Spicy V8

a handful of ice cubes and the vodka. This would take some serious thought and at least one stalk of celery. Sipping my Bloody V, it walked to the window and looked out at

the Earth below my feet. The mushrooms clouds billowing up the ground were beautiful. Now I am one of the last of my race. We are all men. I need more Vodka before it's all gone.