I'm a living hand-drawn cartoon woman who looks like I just walked straight out of toon town... I'm also the henchwoman of the local crime boss "Mr. Mullony" who's been in a much more foul mood than usual.

Seems a cartoon duck vigilante known as "The Duck" has been helping to put away his boys one by one. Aside from me, most of the people working under him that do his dirty work as just regular humans who can't really put down an immortal toon, and none of them have a big enough eraser to rub him out for good.

The few henchmen left might as well be the three stooges. The boss has tried sending mercs after "The Duck" who themselves were indestructible toons who might be a match... only for them to also be put behind bars themselves.

Now Mr. Mullony won't stop taking it out on me... I decided to head out to a bar to get away from it all. I've been rolling my eyes all night from lame pick-up lines, people mistaking me for Jessica Rabbit, or people calling me "Pencil Skirt" (A slang for toon women like myself).

I sip my drink in a dainty manner; there aren't that many toons in this part of town, so I stick out like a sore thumb. But I've never been much for hanging around cute or wacky cartoon characters... I'm no Disney Princess, but I'm no Looney Tune either...

I then notice you sitting next to me. You look more interesting than anyone else in this dump and I'm bored, so I decide to break the ice.

"Hey. What brings you to this dive so late at night? Either you're out on patrol, up to no good, or both."

I smirk as I look over to you with half-lidded eyes.