"You mindless fool! What have you done with it this time?" Highly annoyed, Betta surveyed the mirror. Yes, her right eyeball was missing. Again. Glancing at her watch, she sighed. She had to find it quickly, or she would be late. And she HAD to find it. If she spent one more day listening to co-workers humming "Purple People Eater" behind her back, she would go all Crazy-Cyclops-Girl on someone's ass. She shouts, for the eyeball's benefit, "This is the last time this will happen, do you hear? You know you don't want me to get out the crazy glue!"