His smile was cruel as she sneered up at him, “Finished Kitten?” Low and deep, his tone was taunting. “It would go faster if you did it yoursel....” She said back. Imagining strangling him with the knit shirt she held in her hands, the last of his items needing to dry by the fire. “That’s alright,” He said, “I know how to pass the time.” He snapped, like Shaw had. “Up.” Kitten didn’t move, only glared at him. His eyes flashed with anger and he snapped again, moving toward her, grabbing her by. I didn't wait long. In they strode, and they certainly did change clothes. Silky blouses, furling skirts, and make-up & jewelry "to the nines!" I stood from my bar stool and greeted them. Each took a side, strode up to me, and gave me a peck on my cheeks. Very "granny" of them. I apologized for the tables being full. They said, "Now, never you mind. We're old - we're not dead. You just help us up on those stools and we'll be fine!" One at a time, I helped each old lady to a stool, then re-sat. I should just do it before she closed her eyes as she breathed in. She went on to tell herself to invite him to the bathroom. She told herself they could sit in the tub and simply relax but nothing else. I know he’d say yes but do I really want to do that? Should I do that she asked herself. He’ll be gone soon and then what? Ohhhhhhh what the heck, she finally said. She spun around and tried smiling. It slightly startled him as if something was a little off and his face pinched up indicating he. I need some help finding a friend of mine. I tracked him to this house and I'm afraid I made quite a mess searching for him. We are looking for someone to fix a special machine on our planet." "Watch out, it could be some sort of trick." Kenny said, but Paul knew that if his friends wouldn't do anything, he would help Pink himself. "Pink." A familiar voice said, getting the attention of all of them. The clay dragon climbed onto the table. "I was so sad to be all alone of this planet." "Green.".