I'm not sure which one would be more bound to reality: Niazinha, for being the original, or the actress, for having feet.

 

I seem like a nice person, but I once wished that the person who got to class earlier and took my favorite seat would step on a Lego.

 

Meanwhile, on the backstage of your local weather forecast:

 

I don't like eating that many kinds of food, tough. I guess restricting psicologically some types of food was my body's natural defense to prevent me from turning into Jabba the Hut.

 

If anyone wants to test theories about time travel in bodies travelling close to the speed of light just pay someone to offer free samples of chocolate brownies on the market I usually go to.

 

The other day there were some free samples of hot bread in the market. Suddenly the bakery section was flooded with what looked like a wave of hungry zombies reaching out their bony hands to beg for free pieces of food. Scary. I guess we're not that far from a zombie apocalypse after all.

 

Oh, look, Miss Little Claws just decided to sleep on my lap. Guess I'll have to reschedule dinner.