Lara

For Kod to be surrounded by a vast array of colours was tremendously dangerous. Not only was she being exposed to large amounts of possibly eye damaging reflections of light, but ideas were slowly growing like accidental babies in her mind regarding these colours and the variety of potentially electrifying opportunities they could present if manipulated successfully, even without the assistance of illicit mind altering substances which had been stolen from the bus driver on a previous encounter, then leading to a large amount of fish being brutally stapled to a wall in vicious protest. But that unfortunate man has now been dealt with appropriately, and all relevant authorities have been notified…except for the police, who were the primarily contacted upon the eruption, but regrettably neglected to arrive at the scene before the man took the hat and awkwardly attempted to jump through a nearby window, before realising it was indeed a detailed painting of some fjords and a pelican brandishing a pointed stick. Of course, it’s not unusual for one to associate the word ‘idea’ with Kod, seeing as she’s an entrepreneurial genius, but when the word ‘opportunity’ is thrown in as well, then… inevitably… you’re heading for disaster. Oh, but don’t blame Kod. It wasn’t her fault that those dodgy men, dressed suspiciously as lumberjacks, had taken her hostage just last week after hijacking her helicopter in what was eventually discovered to be a mere tragic misunderstanding involving two dogs and a penny farthing with an extra wheel for comfort, and inexplicably sewn an image of a question mark to the back of her head. No, Kod wasn’t to be blamed for that at all. It was not her who supplied the dirty bandits with the necessary implements to complete such a task. Oh no, not at all…