Apparently my building's been quarantined because of those glowy balls of doom. On one foot, I don't blame them! Those things are creepy, and the people are acting like a zombie movie. I thought this was a space movie. Space zombies?

Which leaves the question, what am I supposed to do now? I don't want to get sick. Hey, girls~ Can I drag my stuff ( Read more... )

I guess it's all right being here. I miss a lot of things at home, but at least Mom and Boss and Artemis aren't ordering me around anymore. Apparently we can't ask for a TV, though, so I'll have to settle for the next best thing ( Read more... )

What? No! Hey! Come back here-- oh, man! This is awful! I thought all that fighting was over with... wait, what am I saying? I'm the great Soldier of Justice! This'll be a piece of donut! Hm... Why is it "piece of donut", anyway? Who eats a piece of a donut when you could eat the whole thing? Don't tell me I got it wrong again ( Read more... )