*Incoherent muttering approaching* . . . . boxes boxes boxes . . no grace, no efficiency, just the stupid nesting doll game . . . how does one create without wanting a bitch dead?. . It's FINE, nobody cares if it's made of scrap, bodily fluids and tape. All THAT just so you dont have to ask . . . All THAT for having it YOUR way. . . . . . All THAT just to have. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . freedom . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . *crazy mutterings continue and fade out into the distance. . . . .*