Nancy Grace Pellagra wanted to play with the Big Kids. She thought it would make her so übercool that the nerdy, kinda spastic, feckless poindexter weasel kids would make her their queen. So when she got a call from Chaney Dick Queeg and Baby Doc Butsch she couldn’t say no. Silly Nancy. She got to be queen of feckless poindexter weasel kids, but Chaney Dick and Baby Doc played her for a fool.
They gave her just enough of their mojo-related program activity juice to make sure she felt übercool.
When she was in deep enough, she realized she was too compromised to ever say no.
She hoped it would all go away.
Rats and sinking ships being what they are, the word got out anyway and soon everyone knew that she had been made a patsy. This is worse than being a crook. No one can respect a patsy. Even the feckless poindexter weasel kids, when they’re not pitching their nerdy spastic fits, can’t respect a patsy. However, being what they are, and she being who she is, that is to say vicious when she’s cornered, they’re stuck with her as their queen. One could say it serves them all right. They’re a thoroughly contemptible gaggle that should twist in the winds of shame and self-loathing. But regrettably, they’re not going to do the right thing. They can’t understand why they’re contemptible and the rest of us are stuck with them, right where they are.
Chaney Dick is now a sniper who visits popular undisclosed locations, where he has to be admitted lest he shoot his playmates in the face. Baby Doc is a spent piece of used jetset trash whom no one pays attention to anymore.
So it goes.
