". . . oh, let's not talk about that." Angriest. Luggage. Avalanche. Ever. "I'm just sayin', I can't pass by someone in the hallways and wonder if they're just dressed up, or they're actually what they're pretending to be and think nobody realizes it."

Katchoo tilted her head to the side, half-hung over the balcony railing, and squinted at the fountain some more.

"Okay, maybe it's not a whale enema. More like a whale bidet."