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[[Mischief is sitting on emptiness, facing right, her legs crossed at the ankles, looking at a planet cradled in her gloved right hand. Her chin rests on her left hand (also gloved).]]
Narrator: SOMEWHERE BEYOND OUR CONCEPTS OF TIME AND SPACE:
Mischief [[thinks]]: SIGH... WATCHING THIS LITTLE MUDBALL IS SO <<emphasis on next word>>BORING...

Mischief [[thinks]]: HOW COULD ONE LITTLE PLANET CAUSE SO MUCH <<emphasis on next word>>TROUBLE? OF ALL THE ANOMALIES THE BOSS AND I MUST FIX, THIS LITTLE ROCK IS USUALLY IN THE MIDDLE OF THEM ALL.

[[Mischief let go of the planet (which is now shown to be Earth, with the south-east quadrant of North America spotlighted and in a targeting cross-hair) and turned right, facing the reader]]
Mischief [[thinks]]: EARTH... MOST OF THE TIME, IT'S JUST ANOTHER WORLD... BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN...