https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iz7OIOXfkMM
“Tell us a little about yourself, Peppre?” I asked after she changed into her day clothes, always hot pink in the mix.
“OMGosh, where to stort! I’m a 28 year old man-woman — emphasus on WO-man! — who lives in a house on the edge of Wubble — Wubble, so RAD! — and drives a teen-ie ti-ny yellow bog! See?!”
“Yes, beautiful vehicle, Peppre, wide yet short from this angle. And I know from the phone call that you’re going to pick up your friend Sunsalt and head to the mall.”
“OMGolly not TODAY Miss Molly. I’m headed for another dear froend of mine, Bugnet, who owns Funcy Ass Fwok. I’m going to get me a hot!”
“Hat, yes. But I understand you have no money, Peppre. You spent it all for those bronze statues of naked men surrounding your pool out back and at other various locations around the property.”
“OMG IDC. But first I’m going to spon some whalies in the moll’s parking lot! That’ll teach you to not have any specials today on hots J.C. Ponney!”
“Very impressive. And you didn’t even hurt anyone in the process.”
“OMG, NooooOooo. Always look ot my sorroundn’gs. NOT a killer cor. Just a cor to kill for, haha. See whot I just did thar?!”
“Well, I have to ask you this Peppre, since it’s a subject of the current photo-novel that we’re in. What do you think of the present war against trans people by the right? And black people and gay people and people of color in general and homeless people and people without children and people who do not believe that Jesus H. F. Christ is the f-ing lord and savior of our country damn you and will save you from the eternal hellfire of the grave? Especially someone like *you*!”
But I pointed at nothing since Peppre had already broken into Bugnet’s store and stolen her hat and was indeed heading back to the mall. Guess she changed her mind.
Better run and catch up with her.
(to be continued)
Sunklands 