A wish of luck will be sorely needed for one hapless kedan, who's suddenly found his little stall of sweets and popcorn besieged by a thirteen year old girl toting a bundle of dynamite on her hip.
"Hey. Hey. Hey hey hey hey hey." Tina is practically halfway over the counter, leaning forward and standing on the tippiest of toes. "Heeeeeeey. What's goin' on? Is this a party? I looooove parties, but I dunno how I got here, and I gots places to be, girl, yaknowwhatimean?"
She's got a wild look on her face, but that's normal. Tiny Tina always looks off-kilter. It's part of her charm, a carefully cultivated charm of Pandora's leading expert on blowing up everything and looking cute as a button while doing so.
"Is that candy? Candy is one of the most important food groups, right behind chocolate chip cookies in creatin' supreme BADASSES. I want one!" The stallkeeper is starting to look rather hassled; the girl is quite clearly off her rocker and he's not appreciating how her presence is causing other potential customers to give the booth a wide berth. Not to mention she's doing a fantastic job of distracting him from keeping a close watch on the next batch of popcorn.
Tina leans even further forward. "What's up with those tiny tree things? They're all glowy and shizz." She hasn't given him a chance to answer even one of her questions, and doesn't seem to be inclined to do so any time soon.
Someone please save the kedan
"Hey. Hey. Hey hey hey hey hey." Tina is practically halfway over the counter, leaning forward and standing on the tippiest of toes. "Heeeeeeey. What's goin' on? Is this a party? I looooove parties, but I dunno how I got here, and I gots places to be, girl, yaknowwhatimean?"
She's got a wild look on her face, but that's normal. Tiny Tina always looks off-kilter. It's part of her charm, a carefully cultivated charm of Pandora's leading expert on blowing up everything and looking cute as a button while doing so.
"Is that candy? Candy is one of the most important food groups, right behind chocolate chip cookies in creatin' supreme BADASSES. I want one!" The stallkeeper is starting to look rather hassled; the girl is quite clearly off her rocker and he's not appreciating how her presence is causing other potential customers to give the booth a wide berth. Not to mention she's doing a fantastic job of distracting him from keeping a close watch on the next batch of popcorn.
Tina leans even further forward. "What's up with those tiny tree things? They're all glowy and shizz." She hasn't given him a chance to answer even one of her questions, and doesn't seem to be inclined to do so any time soon.