[Getting headstarts is how Heather does everything. She answers with a mad witch's cackle as she climbs to the top of the pile like a monkey, and then stands at the top, planting her hands on her hips and puffing as she surveys the sprawl of twisted scrap metal and old appliances stretching out before them. It's a junkyard and not the city dump, so at least it doesn't SMELL.]
[She wouldn't bring Envy somewhere GROSS to get out all his anger.]
[When he voices his doubt, she flashes him a wild grin.]
Yeah, and that just makes it all easier to totally ruin.
Watch this.
[Lifting a leg, she gives a precariously-balanced, ancient-looking television a hard nudge and sends it tumbling down the hill-- breaking into dozens of pieces on the way down.]
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[She wouldn't bring Envy somewhere GROSS to get out all his anger.]
[When he voices his doubt, she flashes him a wild grin.]
Yeah, and that just makes it all easier to totally ruin.
Watch this.
[Lifting a leg, she gives a precariously-balanced, ancient-looking television a hard nudge and sends it tumbling down the hill-- breaking into dozens of pieces on the way down.]