Room 220, Friday Night

Zero about had this set up as good as it was going to get. She'd pulled a towel into her bowl chair and arranged it in a little nest, and she'd figured out how to work the TV remote with her paw. The number buttons were too small, but she could use the up and down buttons to channel surf. Which was exactly what she was doing. Liposuction, expensive London real estate, mildly amusing animal videos--a cat in a bonnet looked right at the screen and said, //Help meeeee,// as his owner insisted he loved it. Creepy.

As she flipped past a murder mystery, there was a loud POP.



Zero looked down at her nice normal pink girl hands and said, "Oh, squall yes!"