She is gonna be WORKED OVER. She is gonna be DONE. I mean it! She’s got some cheek, accusing me of stealing. I might have done before, but I wasn’t THIS TIME. I was actually gonna pay the old witch. Well, that’s it. She’s cooked her goose. Good and proper! Nobody, but NOBODY, messes with this baby and gets away with it. She has made one BIG MISTAKE. Actually, I must have been mad. It was Spice’s fault, she was the one talked me into it. “It’s STEALING,” she goes, all pathetic. So what do I do? I go and promise that I won’t ever do it again, miss! I’m really sorry, miss! Please forgive me, miss! Dunno what came over me. I shoulda told her to get lost. She’s nothing to me! Why should I care what she thinks, stupid old Matchsticks. I don’t care what ANYONE thinks. She’s got some cheek, telling me I’m like a mindless blob. Never thought she’d have the guts. First one that ever has! Gotta give it to her. Still doesn’t explain why I let her get to me. Must be going soft inna head.
