Take her for example. She worked at the bakery around the corner with her husband for years. When I was a kid she would yell at me for taking too many free samples and yet there was always an extra cookie or sweet in the bag when me and mom got back home.
They were European I think, I can still hear her husbands accent. He called her 'Genie', must've been short for Eugina or something. My friend used to say that if he ever rubbed a bottle and she came out, his first wish would be for her to get back into the bottle...he was an ass.
Someone's taken a few shots at her, terrible aim though. Hope they got away. I won't miss. I've been through this enough times to know it's me or her. Rest in peace Genie.
This piece has driven me to the brink. I restarted the paint colours 3 times because I couldn't quite get it to match the way I wanted it to. This is why it's been what...six weeks since my last mutation? Alas she is done. However, when I went to spray her with the varnish it reacted terribly with the paint. We were not amused...as I wandered the house wondering which wall would be best to smash my head against (not in a yelling angry guy sort of way just mad in my head) my daughter came up and gave me this: