As Bubbles stumbled over words, Boomer couldn't help but chuckle just a little at her. She was just so...puppy-like. Even as she flew away in a streak of sky blue, she seemed so harmless. Hard to believe how many bad guys she'd helped beat senseless, but that was nothing compared to what he felt his muscles doing. The muscles in his head were tensing under his eyes while those for his eyelids relaxed.<br/><br/>He was smiling. Not that sinister grin either, but a full-blown U-shaped one. At least he didn't need to try to figure out why he was doing this. He felt something a lot like when he used to play mailbox baseball, but it was different somehow. A new kind of satisfaction combined with a sense of impending disaster as he realized once again why, when he thought about girls, he didn't think of bad girls as did Butch or as would be expected of a bad guy. They were always sweet in his mind, and he knew exactly why. He'd always thought about girls like Bubbles because he's always wanted Bubbles. Now, there was a real chance it would happen. He looked at his hand, still warm from touching her only a moment ago.<br/><br/>As he stood alone in the hallway, he looked down, smiled and muttered "Now how am I gonna find the principal's office?"