My Cardboard Balcony

by Belinda Roddie "Chocolate chip cookies are not a toy." "Sure they are. They can be." "No, they can't. It's a sin. A sin, I tell you!" "Aaron, these cookies are burnt. Like, super burnt. So why not dress up as ninjas and throw some overcooked dough shurikens?" "You are unbelievable." "You didn't let me dress up as a ninja for Halloween. I may as well do it now." "I didn't let you dress up because the party was at my mom's place." "She would've loved my costume!" "No, you would've attacked the family dog with nunchucks and sent my father chasing after you with a fire extinguisher after sneaking up on him with a fake katana. I know you too well." "Why would he chase me with a fire extinguisher?" "Because we have a fire extinguisher at our house? John, my hometown is super fucking dry. There are wildfires all the ti

Doctor Manscroft: It is Essential - with a capital E - that you report to the lab tonight, at eight o'clock on the dot, to meet with the chief inspector. She is not entirely thrilled with the level of experimentation that you have partaken in during the past six months. The amount of risk she sees from such developments, you will have to hear from her directly. Do not be late. - Professor Budwas