WALNUT: 'Cuz da gun...only gots ones bullet! Yeahs! LISA SHARP: WHAT! WALNUT: Ones superbullet its super cuz da second it hits a someone it unloops da squiggles inside theirs smallest selfs which sends outs a shockingful wave and aaaaaaaaaaall dose peoples around dem melts into a big pink soup and boom deys dead alls of 'em, da end.

Lisa Sharp, visualizing the epic carnage, doesn't know how to react.

LISA SHARP: That's...awesome! But useless! But...awesome?! ...Argh!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLNUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!

I can't lead a revolution with just one bullet--You have to make me some more RIGHT NOW stupid. WALNUT: Otays but it takes up to threes busydays to make and today's Sunday so yous better get your clock ticking. Bestest yet cancels the whole revoltlution 'tils you gots hmmmmm ten-brillions bullets and throws another one in theres just to be safe.

She stares at the Big House with determination.

LISA SHARP: FORGET IT. You said it yourself, I only need ONE bullet to kill those pink, pale monsters. And long as my orphans don't know HOW many bullets I got, they'll still listen to me no matter WHAT.

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