[action - everywhere there is to be an action, all day]


[Guess who drank the milk this morning, Robot House? And guess who's now as high as a kite?



Lucky for all of you she doesn't have her Interface powers back, otherwise....]


Eeeee...! Mama-Lady, Papa-man, everyone, the milk is no niiiice! Eheeehheeee don't be afraiiiid...


Wait wait why...are there...flowers on your head? Ehehehehe....



[phone - evening]


[There is suddenly an ear-piercing shriek over the phone lines. Have you ever heard a Humanoid Interface scream, Mayfield? It's not pleasant. It sounds more like a combination of a dying cat, bad violin playing, and a dog whistle thrown into one horrible package. Something like that shouldn't be coming out of a "teenage girl"'s mouth.]