"I tried unsuccessfully to keep the grin off of my face. Botilda was chuckling out loud, and Rashida just stood there looking confused."He told me eno...gh!" I accused. "He told me that YOU killed her!" No!" the Dark Lord exclaimed, drawing his light sabre and igniting it, "I am Shirley Temple!" NNOOOOO!!!!!"I fell to my knees and buried my face in my hands. There were several onlookers by now, and they all laughed. Several wanted pictures with Vader, the Bride, Marilyn, and me. I found that I. He came in the view. He was around seventeen year old, wearing a t-shirt, and shorts. He seemed a bit scared. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Ryan,” he replied. “You like me Ryan?” I asked a straight question, and he nodded in yes. “I have just moved here, since when you are watching me?” I asked bending over the window a little more and letting him see a bit more of my cleavage. “Four or five days,” he replied and got comfortable talking to me. “Four or five days… did you watch me last night?” I. Raell was furious. She wanted to go back and run her claws down the slave’s chest, but decided that his seeing his own organs would not help his mental state, nor hers. Instead she walked to a side room in the PR, where slaves who had disobeyed orders were kept in cages until she was ready to deal with them. She usually wasn’t one for taking her anger out on slaves who had not caused it, but she needed to make a point to Drake, and so far only punishment, whether to him or others, had seemed to. “Okay,” he said, looking confused. “Hi.”Clara nodded and went back to her room. She closed the door and leaned against it, trying to slow her heart. She had a magic notebook. She could do anything. Clara picked up her pen again and rested it on the paper. “No one will die of hunger ever again,” she scribbled excitedly. The words suddenly turned a blood red. They glowed brightly before fading into nothingness. Okay…. She guessed it couldn’t do big things. Clara calmed down a bit as she realized.