Laura was chewing off yet another mint condition comic book.
I took it away from her, tried to switch it with a sock, but she was too smart for this. She hissed, scratched me and ran away.

Luckily there were no strangers around. Since Laura has developed this strange syndrome that made her look like a woman, it became hard to explain to people why I’m treating this strange naked lady the way I do.

It even freaks me out, and I’m the one who screwed up with her genes in the first place.