The Red Devil was flowing through her veins,

The Red Devil was flowing through her veins, waging war once again, breaking through cellular barriers, battering down both good and evil. She screamed in victory, baldly declaring

that she could kill concepts. Evil? What a small fry. The Red Devil was just evil in the form of an angry sausage. He had a x1.5 power multiplier against good, but she fretted not.

She never fretted about anything because she had a switchblade in her sock. She got this switchblade from a fat hot dog peddler in a grimy street near

Camden Town tube. She walked through Camden Lock Market and caught the canal boat to the zoo. In the gorilla enclosure, she passed her switchblade to a morose ape called Titch.

Titch the gorilla took the knife she gave him and looked at his reflection in it and fell into his jungle reveries. When he went dumb on her she realized her mistake. She knew it m

ade no difference where the reflective surface was. Titch the gorilla was the Narcissus of the jungle and simply couldn't bear to look away from his own reflection. She sighed and

hung a mirror on her back so that Titch the self-absorbed gorilla would follow her around town and carry her packages of overpriced goods. But at some point the string broke, and

the mirror dropped from her back and shattered. Titch the gorilla, no longer able to see his reflection, began peeling her packages open like so many overpriced bananas. “Hey!” she

cried, her voice trailing off. She furrowed her brow. Maybe it was better this way. Titch had his favorite thing taken from him, and now he's found joy in a new activity. Good boy.