"Everywhere you look........everywhere you go,... there's a heart.......... a hand to hold onto..."

"EEEEEeeaauuuuuuuuuuuuuughhh oooooooooooooo" 

Jessica violently slammed her face onto the table, aligning her spiritual and physical forms like shaking a ketchup bottle. A stranger gently placed a tablet on top of her head in the middle of this process, helping to awaken her somewhat.

The fairy seated near her had asked her something earlier, but she couldn't at all remember. Still, it seemed strange that he was nervously staring at her. The brawler thought about breaking the silence. "Don't cha know it's rude to stare at people?" She said with a wink. The tablet that was on top of her head fell loudly while this happened. 

After staring at the contraption with glazed, emotionless eyes for several seconds Jessica finally registered that it had text and such. She heard all about this word business in her years of school. Letters made words, and if you got enough words together, then baby, you got yourself a sentence! And don't even get her [i]started[/i] on paragraphs. Still, the concept hurt her head, which was used to thinking via the mental version of crude microsoft paint drawings. She furiously furrowed her brows and began to think. This...... [i]process[/i].... was stopped by a glowing number. 

Immediately her face shriveled in disgust. [i]Eaugh, numbers. Those are just letters but with extra steps.[/i] 

Still, after listening to a solid twenty percent of the woman's instructions it was clear that they would determine the teams that would form. The blonde stared at the "one" that was displayed on the device. Jessica beamed proudly, brighter than the number. One! the number everyone knew! It was the first number, unless you counted the number zero. The thought caused her disdain to double. [i]Pfft. The only dummy-dumb dweeb numbnuts who say that are stuck-up MEGA WEENIES and mesoamericans that existed in pre-columbus America using the long count calendar system.[/i]

The woman who guided them stood prepared for more questions, but Jessica didn't care too much. Instead, she energetically jumped from her sugar covered seat and cupped her gloved hands around her mouth. 

"YO! does anyone in this starbucks have the number ONE????!?!?"