And as we should all know by now, anytime you predict failure you have an excellent chance of being right.

After a long moment I closed the freezer door. I wanted to lie down and press my cheek against the cool linoleum. Instead I reached out with my little finger and flipped the Barbie's head. It went thack thack against the door. I flipped it again. Thack thack. Whee. I had a new hobby.

Or was he saying, "Hi! Wanna play?" And I did. Of course I did.

Life's only obligation, afterall, was to be interesting.

I looked around the store and what I saw was not very encouraging. There were rows and rows of violent toys...aisle after aisle of training devices for recreational slaughter. No wonder our world was such a mean and violent place...if we teach children that killing is fun, can we really be surprised if now and then someone is smart enough to learn?

Because I am an inhuman monster, I tend to be logical.

It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.