And lo, she did raise up her beach ball, eyes gripping with tension as the ball cast it's shadow over the succulent clam perched upon her belly.
Just as her weapon of mass inflation halted in it's upward trek, she gazed upon it's target... and in a low squeaky voice she whispered, "Prepare for your otter destruction."
And lo, she did raise up her beach ball, eyes gripping with tension as the ball cast it's shadow ove
