I took the girl outside for a walk. She was distraught. We talked about Killjoy lives, and started brainstorming her Killjoy identity.
"Okay, first thing's first. Your Killjoy name," I say. "It takes a lot of thought though, and you have to choose wisely."
"What would you say describes a good Killjoy name?" she asks me.
"Anything you want. It's about you, show yourself off." She buries her face in her knees, thinking. After a while, I get bored, so I change the subject.
"You can think about this shit later, how about we make you ugly?"
"Hell yeah, suits the state of