Annaka:
Togata: YOU’RE STILL IN BED!!!! Up! Up!
Annaka, looking at him miserably:
Togata: Ten more minutes then it’s foot on the gas. I don’t care if everything you write today is binned. I need something from you.
Annaka: Great American Railgun
Togata: That’s going to be a very good poem. And submit the Jone’s piece after you tweak the dancing in it.
Annaka: Kaaaaaay
Togata; Famous Rich Girls?
Annaka: …get to sit around thinking all day.
Togata: Atta girl






















