Me: I would love to but working till 6.
Abby: Is the newspaper pretending to be a pre-union sweatshop in the 1920s or something?
Me: Pretty much, yo.*
Abby: I would save you but I'm currently being held hostage by the bus driver and the crapheads who ride with me in this chariot from hell.
Me: Sounds fun!
Abby: They're literally BLASTING the radio and it's Bruno Mars and already I can feel my powers fading. Crappy pop is my kryptonite.
Abby: MY POWERS.
Abby: My superhero name is HomeGurl because I'm a homie to everybody.
*Not really. I got overtime.