Wait, what.

I could’ve been a scientist, she thought. I could’ve been a doctor, a chemist, the world’s first neoneuronecrologist! The study of dead baby brains would surely yield a high net income! Thank god I chose this path instead of those wretched lanes!

“Coco, could you lift up your pelvis? Higher. Higher. Coco, goddamnit, HIGHER. We need your ass to look like titz, Coco. Yes, titz. I know I said it with a z. Because it MEANS something, Coco, that’s why. Coco, baby, I’m sorry. I just have visions for this cover and that vision is of you and it looks like you are like CatDog, except you’re just TitzTitz. Just titz on both ends, girl. Thanks, baby.”

Coco felt a smile creep onto her face. She made it. She really had.

“No, baby. No smiling. It turns them off if they think you’re happy.”