She wanted to go see it so I let her. She talked to herself when arriving and observing.
“So this is suppose to be *me*, huh?” she exasperated, and then sighed. “Well — at least Bullfrog shot at the *right* target. Take out their leader and take out the whole bunch, like a body without a head. Good for his left leaning heiny.”
She studies the unblemished abstraction more. “Roundies, hmph,” and then looks down at her own. The common denominator.
Both staring Melvins, frog and little demon, were dead. Blue Berry Girl remains without clothes, and it is in this way that she decides to approach the world in all her magenta majesty, gunn(s) front and center. We may see little of her beyond these points…
