“Anyway, Hannah,” said Girl, as Guy struggled violently with his shirt, “We arn’t PAs. We crashed in a plane over there and then heard your voice. How did you get here?”
Hannah sat up further and sighed. “When I found out that I was pregnant, I had my personal scientist create a clone of me. Then I flew here with my whole support staff and they built me a mansion. I’ve been living here ever since.”
“Mansion?” inquired Guy, shoving his shirt in his pocket.
“But how did you get HERE , Hannah? Out in the snow, I mean.” intoned Girl worridly.
“Well,” said Hannah, “A few days ago, my support staff quit. They said I was too whiny, if you can imagine that!”
“Yeah,” snorted Guy, “Hard to imagine.”
“I survived on pre-cooked meals until today, when I ran out and decided to hike back to Hollywood for some food.”
“All the way to Hollywood? Hannah, you would never have made it, especially in-” Girl checked Hannah’s feet- “Four inch stilletos!”
“You could kill someone with those..” said Guy, eying them warily.