Re: first class - baths
"Ya say the strangest things. How can ya know a thing that ain't said?" she asked, lookin' at him like he'd grown a few of them heads he'd been jugglin' earlier. "And doin' things just because they're expected isn't bright. What if ya end up doin' things ya hate?" she asked. She was imaginin' a world in which she did the things people wanted her to do. She'd be so unhappy, and that wouldn't be no fun at all. And this game was all about fun. He shouldn't let anyone take that from him. "I'm just supposed to be a dumb ol' sidekick with nice boobies," she told him, and she tugged on her little nametag for emphasis. "But I rearranged everythin,' and now this is my game. Even if B-Man and Mister J came battin' their lashes at me, I'd tell them no." She was good at no out there, where there weren't menus and restarts and continues. When he fessed up to likin' buildin' things she smiled pixel bright. "What kinda things do ya like fixin?' Do ya like it better than jugglin' heads?"
His enthusiasm was right up her alley, and she wanted to buy what he was sayin' about everyone bein' special. "Bein' different is!" she agreed, almost screamin' it, because he understood. "Everyone just wants me to be what they're expectin' too," she added, and that was all mixed between who she was and who she wasn't. But she was sure it was true, so it didn't matter none at all who was actually doin' the sayin.' But his comment about Sally not bein' the only special one made her blush red through her white paint. "Shucks, ya really are the sweetest," she cooed, grounding the toes of a red boot into the ground. "It's a shame ya ain't my Mister J."
"What is it they wantcha to do?" she asked of the people who might be disappointed in him. She didn't think takin' off heads was somethin' that was expected, so maybe it was somethin' else, somethin' important. And if he didn't care about his waterlogged clothes, well she didn't care either. She stepped out into the open pool area, and she looked around. Her hands settled onto her hips, and she wondered if just shootin' someone and callin' 'em Sally might be better. "Gee, thanks! Er, do we gotta catch your Sally alive?" It was a good question. She thought maybe Sally didn't need to be alive at all, but she didn't have the foggiest idea why she was thinkin' that at all.