I like rambling on and on with a bunch of ellipses and parenthesis ..
I saw the picture and "poodle" immediately came to mind, and I wanted to work that in somewhere, along with a bit of bimbo thought, and I went into "ramble time" where just a stream of consciousness was the mode of transportation to deliver the plot. Yes, it's an exposition dump, but I like to think it's a fun one.
The main plot point issue was how to get them all mixed together, and honestly, "ray gun" was the easiest answer; and since I tend not to use them, it was a blast (pun intended) to use the scattershot device to bring the scattershot brain into being.
After that, the hardest task was how to end it, as it literally was just a bimbo rambling a villain monologue revealing her origin story overall .. and as I pondered, my brain went to dogs like fire hydrants and sluts tend to like men in uniform, so .. I've got my disjointed yet apropos zinger, all wrapped up in a semi-coherent Far Side type ending.
And when I named it as a saved file, I put a therapist in there, since with a degree on the wall, 'she' was giving background to her new behavioral counselor. But it's not quite needed, so now you know a bit of backstory that isn't necessary at all to understand the plot at all. Also, if I hadn't had the poodle thought, I'd most likely have come back to the image and have the model be a .. bimbo therapist, giving wise council to husbands whose wives had sent them there to be "re-adjusted" if you can read between the lines.
Hope you enjoyed this bit of fluff .. HA! .. and let me know what you think!
Did you hear the news? Saw it on TV
Now ray guns are not only just the future.
What are we to do? Where are we to go?
With all the planets spinning fast around us.
Will someone come and save my life?
I'm caught under the weight of all this doggone life.
I want a pretty little life.
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