I have the power to channel my imagination into ever-higher levels of suspicion and paranoia.
On some planets, people like me are considered normal.
Joan of Arc heard voices, too.
I need not suffer in silence as long as I can cry, yell, and whimper.
I no longer need to humiliate, punish, or compromise myself (unless I wish to stay employed).
As I learn more about the people around me, they will pay me lots of money to keep me quiet.
All of me is wonderful, valuable, and unique -- even the 'loser' parts.
I honor and express all facets of myself, regardless of galactic, planetary, and local laws.
I am learning that criticism is not nearly as effective as sabotage.
The complete lack of evidence of Keith, Coran, and Nanny's conspiracy to get rid of me is the surest sign that it exists.
1. "*Somebody* put the decaf in the wrong pot again…"
2. "My contact lens fell out, and I'm trying to recover it without using my hands."
3. "I'm testing to see if my computer keyboard is drool-proof."
4. "Uh-oh. I must have left the top off my bottle of Liquid Paper again!"
5. "This is one of the seven habits of highly effective people."
6. "Boy, that cold medicine I took last night just won't wear off!"
See Allura.
Allura is running.
Run run run.
Allura runs into Coran's office.
Hello, Coran.
Hello, Allura.
We have a problem, Allura.
It is bad.
Bad bad bad.
What is this problem, Coran?
Will it be fun to fix?
Fun fun fun?
Or will it be bad?
Bad bad bad?
It's the bad one.
Go and find Lance.
Find him, find him, find him.
Maybe he can help.
Help help help.
Allura runs again.
Run, Allura, run!
Run run run.
How does she do that in that long dress?
See Lance.
Lance is working.
Working working working.
He is very intent.
Is he learning?
Is he analyzing?
He's reading.
Reading reading reading.
What is Lance reading?
Is Lance learning the truth?
Truth truth truth?
Lance is reading about the truth behind 'Alien Amazon Babes'.
Sometimes Lance's paperwork requires odd research.
Hello, Lance.
Hello, Allura.
I have a problem, Lance.
Problem problem problem.
Guess what kind of problem, Lance.
Guess guess guess.
Is it Lotor?
No, it is not Lotor.
You are wrong, Lance.
Guess again.
Is it Zarkon?
No, it is not Zarkon.
You are wrong, Lance.
Guess again.
Is it Hagar?
No, it is not Hagar.
You are wrong, Lance.
Guess again.
Is it a deranged, homicidal robeast?
That's right, Lance!
Right right right!
A deranged, homicidal robeast.
Big whoopee.
Like I have never seen one of those before.
Let me see.
Does this robeast destroy villages?
No, Lance, this robeast does not destroy villages.
Guess again.
Let me see.
Does this robeast destroy castles?
No, Lance, this robeast does not destroy castles.
Guess again.
Let me see.
Does this robeast destroy handsome young pilots?
No, Lance.
You are wrong.
Wrong wrong wrong.
It doesn't do any of those things.
This robeast is invisible, Lance.
Invisible invisible invisible.
This robeast uses telepathic waves to destroy people's brains.
Destroy destroy destroy.
And it is loose in the castle.
This robeast makes people act like idiots?
Right, Lance.
Right right right.
See Keith stumble by.
Stumble stumble stumble.
See him drool.
Drool drool drool.
His eyes are glazed.
He is acting like an idiot.
Idiot idiot idiot.
Lance and Allura watch Keith act like an idiot.
Watch watch watch.
Anyway, Allura, this robeast will be veeeeery hard to detect.
Hard hard hard.
I know, Lance.
END