<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Gah! Amon Re on a sunny day, that was foul!" She rounded on Chris. "You owe me big time mister! Next time one of your psychotic ex-girlfriends comes along to eat you, could you make sure she showered sometime this _century_? I'm going to need a 55 gallon drum of industrial strength mouthwash to get that taste out of my mouth... Or some of Reizu's toast..."</div></blockquote><br/>Chris winces at Ptricia's rant and cowers nervously slightly, eyeing the bulge in her belly that was the late Becca. "Uhm...Sorry, Trish. I wasn't expecting that at all." He looks at the damage to his door and curses. "Damn. I'll need a new door it seems. He was slightly in awe of her ability and the terrifying, limitless power he had briefly glimpsed. "Uhh, Reizu, fix up some more toast for Trisha there." He pitied any groupies-or worse, cocky music-industry corporate bastards-who got in this bands' way. An evil grin spread across his face. They were gonna be unstoppable-literally.<br/>OOC: DOES she have much of a bellehbulge?