*drumroll* Molly rummaged through a stack of crumpled napkins and produce bags. "Who's next on the criminal mastermind INCREMENTAL Goals List, Bob?..." "Oh, Molly, it's Bill now! I'm going by Bill!" "Bill, right. I'm Molly." "Right!" "Number ten." Molly started untying an FTC notice for a surreptitious vasectomy. "Steal all the presents from a damn children's party without getting caught. How hard is that? We can probably pull that off in our sleep." "You mean, without me sleeping through it? Nah, it'll be fun. Who's to say it isn't me going to bed early? Careful, right? Who's going to thank you for getting a vasectomy? I don't even know this kidnapping victim...and he knew me. Remind me to kill Excel's autofill because it ruins all my aliases too." "And after you're all tied up and gagged with a fur scarf, will you stop taking the bait and just knock the kid out? Or some other kids, you choose, but the kidnapper who tortured the baby in the crib didn't knock out that whole nursery instead!" "What? I'm going to obfuscate that entire nursery? Well, no harm done, since I...I won't remember a thing. I showered shortly after. It was black. Wait..shouldn't I remember a thing? Who would do that?" "Kidnappers?" "Why just one? Shouldn't there be many? They're all high!" "Or, they're all fake, as we discussed. It's getting harder to find hangar-loft recreation center after we rented the supply closet. There's no sign online, but it's like...bedraggled halfway up to awkwardly dropping the advantages of corporate money's efficiency. I think the faucets in the back office is bowing to the weight of their ingenuity's societal memes. But it's a child genius or it's nothing." "What? Molly, I'm going up to bed! I have a headache. Maybe go have a kid and describe your aliasing problems verbally. It might percolate into LISTENLA first." "Well, Bill, if you want a fur scarf, don't forget your carved reindeer. Looks--" "Reindeer? Where?" "Jeez, Bill. Latex mask, set on a trashed baby carriage. I was going to have you truck it south to Arizona, where the sheriff will vouch for me, but...Oh, well, it'll frolic with the kids who dig through the presents. They'll think they're adorable. And you'll just keep it. But focus on the party. Don't get distracted." "Party? Molly, are you okay?" "Sure! Drinking Jack and mixing the petroleum jelly smoothies left over from my boyfriend's kids' first aid kit. For the paintball armor. Which isn't armor, it's vodka nightgowns edged in fire retardant and 3d pen designs of hybrid fur pants in hot glue! Eww, my hands are sticky." "Turn the kids' DUNGEON armor into nightgowns? Ooh, those friends of yours must be tough, I just rolled my sneaky morning coffee sleeves flapped by jimmy juice!" "I'm a coffee and vodka girl with a bit of water on the sly. My name is...Mazlum!" "Mooooolly, put the vodka away. I'm going to have a sip!" "No, Bill, you stay in bed! Your 'sizzling' stories gave me strep. Very impressionable, this insomniac brain. *You* stay on your couch. We'll have morning tea when you sober up. I need to get to my vehicle..." "All right, just bring a few out. Your white wagons reminded me of white horses, and so..." "Oh don't say it, Bill. You know what father raised me. Brew your morning espresso for our tea get-to-gather!" Molly tossed a mandarin out the window as Bill staggered off with a cardigan high in his hand. She picked up an appliance repair manual and sucked her teeth. "Bananas and tea, anyone?"