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I Should Say I Am Far More Cleverer Than Any Of The People Who Put Me Here. As A Matter Of Fact, I Could Leave Any Time I Wanted. It's Only A Doll House After All. Anyway, I Don't Mind. I Like Dolls. Particularly The Live Ones.

It's Salt. Why Don't You Sprinkle Some On Me, Honey? Aren't I Just Good Enough To Eat?

I Don't Ignore Continuity, And Try My Best To Stick As Closely To The Current Status Quo As Possible, But It's Not My Primary Concern When I Start A Story.

In The World Of The Superheroes, Everything Had Value, Potential, Mystery. Any Person, Thing, Or Object Could Be Drafted Into Service In The Struggle Against Darkness And Evil - Remade As A Weapon Or A Warrior Or A Superhero. Even A Little Bee Named Michael - After God's Own Avenging Angel - Could Pitch In To Win The Battle Against Wickedness.

Writers And Artists Build By Hand Little Worlds That They Hope Might Effect Change In Real Minds, In The Real World Where Stories Are Read. A Story Can Make Us Cry And Laugh, Break Our Hearts, Or Make Us Angry Enough To Change The World.