I don't enjoy hurting anybody. I don't like guns or bombs or electric chairs. But sometimes people just won't listen. And so, I have to use persuasion. And slides.
My parents, Sharon and Dave. Generous. Doting. Or were they? All I ever wanted was a Ballerina Barbie. In her pretty pink tutu. My birthday. I was 10, and do you know what they got me? MALIBU BARBIE.
That's not what I wanted. That's not who I was. I was a ballerina. Graceful. Delicate. They had to go.