listen, bruja, I think you're approaching

listen, bruja, I think you're approaching all this wrong...how can he even dignify that with a response? ESPECIALLY him. We gotta go stealth.

No, I’m never going out without the fig leaf. I won’t spend another second outside of the danger zone without protection. It’s who I am. Please understand my underwhelming modesty.

today i brought my fig bar instead. i liked it way better than that crap im obsessed with. then i dropped it at work.

It exploded with a deafening report. I went to ask Mrs. Olsen if she had replaced my fig bars with plastic explosives, but it was too late. She was all ready a pile of dust. There

was a hint of old grandma smell, but other than that she was just a big pile of dust. I would have felt bad, but every time I visited, she made me look at pictures of her previous

Incarnation, when she was Mary Lou Skinner from Pen Argyl, cheerleader captain, and member of the Space Club…she had genuine prints of her wearing goggles and gloves while handling

pom poms constructed on a long, thin magnesium plate. Korizo Matsumoto designed them, in his old-fashioned way. Mary was among those beatnik types then, which is a statement surely

the old Mary would never had cottoned too had she heard it as describing herself. It was a testament to the beatniks that they had completely transformed Mary. Mary's pom poms took

on a new meaning then. They were symbols, some said, of her everlasting effervescence, her zest for flowers, poetry, and Kahil Gibran. Mary's pom-poms were bronzed & placed in the

Guggenheim. Mary vanished one day after a pep rally, and nobody saw or heard from her, again; but her memory lives on in the hearts and minds of the people who knew and loved her.