Having a last name would make this whole thing a lot easier to work through.
Whatever. I helped some kid buy a Playstation thanks to a Seymour Birkhoff. Whoever the hell that is.
I also have some lizard in a container with a sign saying "Don't Feed my Mother!!"
I must really not like mine. Then again, I guess I wouldn't giving me a middle name like Bertha.
Seriously? Mal Bertha and no last name? What was she on?
There were some other names in my phone: Evie, Carlos, Jay, Birky (Relations to that Seymour guy?), Jughead (what????), Quill (again with these weird names!), Hinkles (food place!), Magic Alley (those witchy people I came across?), G-mora (if that's from me, what was
I on).
I can apparently draw, too. I have a book with a ton of sketches in them. Mostly dragons, some of a girl with blue hair, some of a guy wearing a crown? a crown-shaped hat?, some of a girl with purple hair (me?) eating strawberries in a bubble, some guy and a dog, another guy with long hair.
The other book has weird poems in them, but I don't think that's what they are. I recited one and turned a woman's hair green. Another one made a man's nose grow a few inches. Oops? It didn't feel weird, though. Kind of felt natural. Kind of felt
fun. In that wicked sort of way.