“AAAAARGH!” Mika roared as she practically threw herself into the confessional with all the force you’d expect from an angst ridden teenager. Her expression was almost grotesque as the rebellious girl dragged her hands down her face, tugging at her eyelids. “I have to prove to Mal that I’m righ’ abou’ Alice. I jus’ – argh – I just ‘ave to! I’m so sick of just whinin’ on about tha’ she-devil withou’ ‘aving any means of gettin’ rid of her! Mallory needs to know the truth! ARIZONA NEEDS TO KNOW THE TRUTH!” She pounded the wall of the confessional in frustration, threatening to punch a hole straight through it.
Pausing to massage her temples and cool down, Mika fell against the back wall. “I’m jus’… I don’ want Mal to get sick of me, ya know? Me harkin’ on abou’ Alice 24/7 can’t be fun to hear. But she’s bad news, I tell ya. Actually, I’m bad news. An’ I manage ta be so while bein’ reason'bly morally ambiguous. She’s pure evil.” She sucked in a deep breath before continuing with her little rant.
“I know I can prove ta Mal that I’m righ’ today. I can feel it,” she illustrated her point by gripping at a lump in her cargo shorts. “In my McNuggies.”
Presumably content with her outburst and the resulting cooldown, Mika heaved herself off the seat, fished the 10 pack of chicken nuggets from her pocket, and ended her confessional on the high note only overly-processed food can provide.
