[We are just two happy little monsters roaming around in the dead of night with murder in our hearts. What's there to judge about taking a minute to enjoy life while you've got it?]

[She hops easily over the river. She's not exactly sure where they're going, but she's snuffling around for interesting pyg smells. Hmm hmm interesting! A bird preened itself here recently. She likes that. What is it about feathers that makes them so intoxicating?]