"LADY LIBERTY!"
"Oh, my God." Libby breathes in, unprepared for Miggins's craziness.
"Since when was Raz sitting in the living room?"
"OH, MY GOD! WHERE?!" I scream.
"Carlee, she's just going . . . loco."
"She's going locomotive . . .?" Libby glares at me, aware that I know what she meant. Then something clicks in my head, like two puzzle pieces coming together. "Wait . . . Raz isn't here?" Libby shakes her head no. "I've never been so depressed in my life."
"RAZ IS RIGHT THERE!" Miggins screams, gesturing toward me.
"HECK YEAH! I'M RAZ!"
"Why do I deal with these people?" Lib asks herself.
"Because you love us! BUT I LOVE BEING RAZ!"
"YOU ARE NOT RAZ! RAZ IS A BOY AND DOESN'T EVEN EXIST!"
"Don't. Say. That. To me. Ever."
"I'm out! I can't deal with this!" Lib states.
"Bye! Bring back chocolate!"
"And noodles! Also, call Tim Schafer! Tell him Raz is sitting in our living room! OH, MY GOD! A DRAGON! AHHH!" Miggins runs outside after Liberty.
"What's her problem?" the dragon asks me. I shrug.
