*sound of chains breaking from swing; Trixie starts rolling toward me* Me: Sheesh. What is wrong with everyone? They've all gotten to the size of sumo wrestlers. I'm the thin person left in Dimmsdale. Well, that and Mark Chang. *turn around to see Trixie rolling toward me* AH! *Trixie stops on top of me on her belly* Trixie: Sorry about that. The swing broke. As you can see, I'm really round like a beach ball. But that doesn't stop my beauty you know. Me: So, I've noticed. Well you can get up now. Trixie: Actually I can't. Me: Say wha...? Trixie: I'm kinda stuck here. *smile* But hey, you gotta admit, this isn't so bad. Me: Yeah. I like the comfort of your spherical form on top of my lean figure. Trixie: Thanks.