evil wasp wakes up in the morning, puts on a stripy t-shirt -- mental note: must go get some different outfits -- and sets off on her way to work. the day goes as days goes, meeting after meeting in the office. in the evening, after a few drinks, she gets lairy with a passing arm, shouts a few insults, gets no response, and lashes out for no reason whatsoever. the arm is still wondering what happened.
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