<div align="center"><strong>Janet</strong></div><br/>Janet swirled about and watched as a group of strange women(?) desecrated her truck. Her jaw dropped and her hands raised to hold her head, brown hair clutched in her fists. Arrows protruded from the truck's tires and women with peni were stalking all about.<br/><br/>"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Janet screamed frantically, moving forward, hair still wound about her hands. "My truck!" She exclaimed in disbelief. "What the fuck!"<br/><br/>She blinked at Oren, a horrified expression still on her face. "No it's not a fucking dragon! It's my goddamned truck! Do you know how hard I worked for that? The only mode of transportation our family owned was destroyed in the crash. That truck is our livelyhood!" Janet let out a muted sob, devoid of tears, full of despair, hands still tangled in her hair.