( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Oh. My. God. Could my day get any worse? Seriously! What did I do to deserve this? This is not fair! I try and I try and this--

[ have some whining noises and the sound of her stomping her feet and groaning in frustration. ]

Totally bomb my driving test, get in a fight with Tai, and now I'm kidnapped by librarians who should be looking into getting jobs at the Magic Time Machine?

[ another frustrated noise. ]

Hey! If there's anyone out there, my father is a lawyer and I am so suing all your asses for this...whatever this is! This is so not a practical joke. This is torture!

COME. OUT. NOW!

I got more books.

So, um, yeah. Strange question here, I'm sure, but where the heck am I?

Fuck.

Well, now this is a little different from the last time. This isn't the Attic. This isn't the Chair, these are my hands. Thank God for small favors.

What is it then? The NSA agents finally coming knocking at your door? Because if you think I'll sit pretty for you, after everything you've done, you're wrong. I don't play with dolls.