"Tragedy or Travesty". It was Rebecca's kids.Just

"Tragedy or Travesty". It was Rebecca's kids.Just as she had bragged they were dressed as the "Calamities". Dakota was Nuclear Power,Sierra Global Warming & Yosemite Overpopulation

always turned out into a war-zone, with Mickey-Mouse ears flying, dracula teeth clenched in tight fists and angry faces staring each other down. And Sierra always won. Which was

how I trained her. To always win. At all costs. Sierra was my daughter, basically she was me. Everything she did reflected on me. So she must always win. Even cheat to win.

Even be surgically altered to resemble me to win. When she refused, I arranged for her kidnapping and had her transported to Mumbai where an inexpensive surgeon by the name of

Obi van Kwok rearranged her face. Unfortunately I'd accidentally attached a photo of Catherine the Great of Russia rather than me. But, undaunted, I entered her in the heats of

wild bears. It was good Obi van Kwok hadn't misplaced that photo, because the bears really messed her up. "Hey, this is Catherine the Great's face," he noticed finally."Not yours!"

The folks from Victory Auto Wreckers rang Obi van Kwok about doing a commercial for them. He could hold the door of the Mustang in place until its turn to fall off. "Bummer!" was

his line when he rolls out from underneath the car, then Obi van Kwok would spout how great Victory Auto Wreckers is in an Orwellian and PSA-like fashion. The perfect commercial.

"CUT! PRINT! Take five, people." The bell rang and stagehands scurried about. Big Brother was always watching, but even he knew not to mess with the teamsters' union rep.