It isn't like Saturday wants to puke on Stacia. That's why she let her know! So she could help get her aimed! And just in time, too, because no sooner does Saturday process that Stacia isn't directly in front of her than her vagus nerve assumes direct control.

The traditional sounds, sights, and smells occur. The turkey legs were a lot more fun going in.

But when she's done, she's able to squint fuzzily into the distance.

"Whzza... they're. Gone?"