“Okay, Molly,” Victor says, sitting across from her on the couch, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “Its the end of the world. There’s fire, and bad guys everywhere. If you had to pick one thing to save between your box of Sugar O’s and your Doop doll, which would it be?”
Molly’s jaw drops. “That’s not fair! You can’t ask that!” She jumps up, hands on her hips, ready to tattle on him to Nico, or whoever’s around. But then, Oh yes!.
She turns to Victor calmly and smiles. “The Sugar O’s. Duh.”
Victor looks amused. “That easy?”
“Cause then my brain would get real excited and I could kick all the bad guys in the ass and save Doop and also rescue the entire world and it wouldn’t be the end of the world anymore anyways.” Molly grins, full of teeth and victory.