I didn't plan to throw muffins, but that's kind of how it worked out.
Let me rephrase that: These strange guys came into our school during lunch, and they said they were looking for something, and well, it looked like they were growing in size and one started glowing and I swear, I could see through his skull. So I grabbed the things in my direct line of vision and threw them.
I don't wanna be a brain surgeon anymore. Also, I'm hungry. Those were some perfectly good muffins.
So where are my manners? I'm Liz, my turtle's name is Sheldon Jr, and I put mustard on my eggs and chicken wings.
