Well, at least Peek-a-boo, I mean Shawna, likes them. She ate the whole pan then told me to tell my mom thanks. I can see it now… “Yo Momma, this hot, teleporting thief that I am obsessed with loved your enchiladas.” Yeah, I think I’ll pass on that one. I’d like to live a little bit longer. At least until the new Star Wars.
So girls like food. Got it. Why haven’t I figured this out sooner?! This could have saved me so many lost comics.
I sat in Shawna’s transport cell for the first time today. The mirrors are pretty creepy, but totally necessary. She is definitely a flight risk. Usually, when I try to say hey and bring her food and stuff she just turns around. I get it, privacy is important. My brother and I had to share a room through all high school and it was the worst! But back to my convo with Shawna, she went on and on about that stupid Clay Parker guy that left her hanging. Of course she still loves him… he’s a jerk and he’s dumb and I am smart and awesome and hello Friend zone, so nice to visit again. I wonder if they’ll pass out shirts this time around?
Shawna’s powers are pretty sick. Apparently if she doesn’t teleport correctly there are some minor explosions. So obviously, I designed a gun based on that exact idea. I call it the Peek-a-BOOM! And it is my new favorite. Get this. A gun that when you shoot it directly at an object, say a teddy bear, it teleports the object to the next place you aim, and then causes an explosion! So, its not that practical, no biggie. I’ll keep the Boom for leisure time. If only rebuilding the molecular structure of the plush toys was easier. Oh well, RIP S.T.A.R. Labs teddy bears. You died for awesomeness and science.
Oh crap, I should stop exploding these bears and give her one, shouldn’t I?! Meh. I feel like she’s the type that would appreciate the Peek-a-Boom more. That’s it! I’ll tell her she’s my meta-muse, give her the gun and she’ll fall madly in love with me… Or shoot me, but it’s worth the gamble.
Creeping up the backstairs Slinking into dark stalls Shapeless and slumped in bathchairs Furtive eyes peep out of holes She has many guises She’ll do what you want her to Playing dead and sweet submission Cracks the whip deadpan on cue Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo
Reeking like a pigsty Peeling back and gagging free Flaccid ego in your hand Chokes on dry tears, can you understand? She’s jeering at the shadows Sneering behind a smile Lunge and thrust to pout and pucker Into the face of the beguiled
Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo Golly jeepers Where’d you get those weepers? Peepshow creature Where did you get those eyes?
Strobe lights pump and flicker Dry lips crack out for more `Come bite on this rag doll, baby! That’s right, now hit the floor’ They’re sneaking out the back door She gets up from all fours Rhinestone fools and silver dollars Curdle into bitter tears
Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo Golly jeepers Where’d you get those weepers? Peepshow creepshow Where did you get those eyes?
Golly jeepers Where’d you get those peepers? Peepshow creature Where did you get those eyes?
Golly jeepers Where’d you get those weepers? Peepshow creature Where did you get those eyes?