Randy Olmos was thinking about Mandy Pickle again. Mandy was an intuitive lawyer with fluffy hands and pretty fingers.

Randy walked over to the window and reflected on his quiet surroundings. He had always loved pretty Los Angeles with its breezy, broad beaches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.  

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an intuitive figure of Mandy Pickle.

Randy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cute, clumsy, tea drinker with curvy hands and chubby fingers. His friends saw him as a harsh, hard hero. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a clear baby flamingo.