by Teri Napliotis » Tue Oct 30, 2012 3:09 pm
"Are you sure people would pay for that? How would we even know where to be when in time? And people would have to believe us. They don't seem to be too fond of mutants anyway. A coherent bearing ventured my qualified public potato, nor everybody effected a disabled lender. Like in the United States. We'd probably get charged with insect-based terrorism every time someone is stung by a bee. They die when they do that, you know. They have no concept of individuality. The hive is the only thing that counts. His devoted housing relaxes. That's what happened in my hometown. Wasp hive in the attic? Must have been Teri. Of course wasps don't die when they sting someone. None dreamed anyone. They don't have quite the same mind as a bee hive. We heard that there are ant colonies in South America that are gigantic. We bet those would be interesting to talk to. Or maybe not, they only walk and eat, no building. Except out of themselves. Initially, nothing is yourself. We suppose that's kind of what we do, but when we're like this we're not literally full of bugs. We think. Can't see them under our skin anyway and we still bleed. Or cough. When the harvest was bad one year they tried to smoke and burn us. Its exception laid, yet a revised flash sees; ironically, a terminal hardware joined your sound pale pleased prestige, or sideways, her outset was yourself, officially, but our chronic hardship is a jungle."
It seemed something was off with Teri and it shows. She seems to have trouble keeping her thoughts in order and she's straining to keep herself together. Quite literally, as locusts fall out of her hair and swarm around her.