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Sometimes I wonder—does she like her job? Prolly not, huh? “We’re already dead,” that’s the vibe I get. But she’s still smilin’, crackin’ jokes with her pals. I’d be her pal, but I’d ask dumb stuff like, “Can ya pay with jellyfish?” She’d laugh, prolly. Or slap me. Either way, she’s a legend in my book—tough, shiny, and a lil’ scary. Like a sparkly kraken! What d’ya think, buddy?

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