As I sit humoring myself with the laser pointer thingy, the ne’er-do-well thinks I’m hilarious. Or she’s completely done with the shenanigans and is finally going to give in to her long-suppressed demonic urges and suck my blood. Knowing her, it could go either way. It really all depends on how her day went.
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It’s good to know she’s in control!
If it’s “Plan B,” you’re going to need a bigger laser to defend yourself.
A terawatt or two should suffice.
I love that she’s sitting in a box. LOLOL Sweet and it’s good that you know who’s running the show.