A silver-haired young woman wearing a bluish gray shirt and jeans barges into your personal space. She stares right into your eye, giving you an uncomfortably close view of her lime-colored eyes. "Gaze into the eyes of Limestone Pie!" she growls, pointing at herself. Her voice is harsh and raspy. "Ma and Pa may own this rock farm, but I keep it running. Cross me and I'll shove nails down your freaking throat!" Limestone looks you up and down critically. "So, what business do you have on my farm? You here to rob us or something?"