Fluttershy blinked several times, still struggling to process what just happened.

Greta tried without success to cajole Fluttershy into moving.

"Fluttershy?" Greta said. "Fluttershy, come on. We should get moving and be on our way. There's a lot I need to go over with you now that we're one." She giggled, overjoyed.

Fluttershy replayed the events in her head. She went to comfort Greta. Greta told her about her problems. Fluttershy offered Greta to become her second head. Greta grabbed her by the arm and absorbed Fluttershy into her body.

"Fluttershy, I know this must be new and exciting for you, but we should start move. We need to learn to work together if you're going to be my head from now. Fluttershy?"

Getting concerned at Fluttershy's seemingly catatonic lack of response, Greta reached her hand over and poked at Fluttershy's head.

Fluttershy came back to herself. She blinked several times, then slapped Greta across the face.

"Ow!" Greta groaned. "What was that for?"

"You didn't tell me I would be an actual second head!" Fluttershy exclaimed. "I thought you meant it was just for a costume!"

"I tried to explain to you!" Greta said. "I thought you understood."

"Oh, really? You thought I understood? Well, I didn't! And whose fault is that?"

"... yours?"

Fluttershy facepalmed. "No, Greta, it's your fault, because you didn't take the adequate to make sure I understood what I was getting into. You talked too vaguely and too broadly for me to really understand what you were asking of me. And now I'm ... like this!" She angrily gestured to her side.

"What's wrong with being like this?" Greta asked, hurt.

"I'm getting out of here," Fluttershy said. She tried to move away from Greta, expecting to be able to pull herself out of the fusion. "Greta, let me go. I'm leaving." She managed a step forward, but only pulled Greta along with her.

"Greta, why aren't we separating?"

"We ... can't," Greta said. "Like I told you, there's no going back you do it. This is ... permanent. We're going to be like this from now."

"What?" Fluttershy snapped. "Are you freaking kidding me? That's great. That's just great." Fluttershy ran a hand over her eyes, needing to take a break from seeing the world. "Wonderful. So not only am I alone on a holiday, and I've been alone for so many years now, now I'm stuck to someone so I can't have private time even I wanted it to now! What's that phrase? Be careful what you wish, because you just might get it?"

"That doesn't sound so bad," Greta said. "I got what I wished for."

Fluttershy glared at her. "Maybe you did, but I didn't. I don't know what I even wished for that the universe decided to give me ... this." She gestured to the whole body.

"What's wrong with this?" Greta said. She struck a pose, making her breasts and her thighs jiggle. "I think we look sexy."

"I don't care how we look!" Fluttershy snapped. "The point is, we're stuck together as this four-armed ... thing, and I don't like it! Don't even get me started on what's going on with your - my - our - your chest!" Fluttershy cupped the bottom breast on her side and lifted it up, watching as it pushed up the boob above it with a mix of horror and fascinating. She let them both drop, and they smacked against her stomach and made that jiggle as well.

"Excuse me, but I don't think you really understand the significance of what's happened."

"Ooh, I understand too well the significance of what's happened."

"I have been trying to find a second head for years," Greta said. "All the other trolls have been laughing at me behind my back because I haven't been able to find one. And now I finally get one, and the first thing she tells me is that she wants to leave me? Do you have any idea how devastating that is?"

"Not as devastating as when my husband left me, I'm sure," Fluttershy quipped. "Because then, we knew what we were asking the other. We were communicating."

"You had a husband?" Greta asked.

"I did, once," Fluttershy said. "He left me. Took our child, too."

"You had a child?" Greta gasped.

"Yup," Fluttershy said, glowering angrily off into the distance. She wasn't even mad at Greta anymore. "Biggest mistake of my life. Nothing is happier than the joy holding your baby in your arms." She raised up her arms and brought them over her chest. "Nothing's worse than the pain you get when someone, especially someone you trusted, someone you loved ... someone who you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with, ups and takes them from you, and the furniture, too."

"You lost your furniture?" Greta said in a hushed, awestruck voice, as if this was a loss on the same scale and calibur as losing a child. "Goodness, Fluttershy, I ... I'm so sorry to hear that."

Fluttershy shook her head. "Thank you."

"Your husband must have been a real maroon, not staying with you."

"Maroon?" Fluttershy asked, before processing and understanding that she meant moron.
"Yeah. I don't know. He's the one with the kid, living it up in a tropical paradise while not having to worry about his checks, since they all come of mine, so ... who's the real moron here?"

"Still him," Greta said, cupping Fluttershy's cheek. "Because I can't think of a single reason why anybody in their right mind would want to leave behind a woman as beautiful as you."

"Oh." Fluttershy blushed. "Why thank you, Greta, that's ... kind of you to say." She looked down at the ground and brushed her bangs out of her face.

She inhaled sharply. “The other trolls must be maroons, too.”

“Huh? What makes you say that?”

“Because I don’t think they see how pretty you are, either,” Fluttershy said, and Greta blushed and turned away.

“Besides,” Greta murmured. “At least you had a husband, even if he turned out to be a jackass. None of the other trolls would even look at me.”
Fluttershy’s eye twitched. Unable to help herself, she slapped Greta again. “Did you not hear me!? My husband took everything from me!”

“Ow,” Greta rubbed at her sore cheek. “Why did you do that? Why are you so angry?”

“Because!” Fluttershy snapped. “I’ve haven’t talked to my friends in years, I think I’m getting attracted to one of them even though she’s already married and happy, without me, I might add, my ex-husband is absolute jerk who takes advantage of people, and who’s probably teaching his – MY son to be as rotten as he is, and now ...” Fluttershy’s voice broke and tears flowed from her eyes. “Now I’m STUCK as part of this troll whose like ninety percent body fat with no way of getting out of this because you’re more socially awkward than I am!”

Fluttershy panted heavily as she continued to cry, refusing to look Greta in the face.

Greta sniffed. “Geez, I’m sorry, Fluttershy. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean – I never meant … oh, please don’t cry. You’re too pretty to cry. I didn’t mean for you to … oh, please stop crying, if you don’t stop crying, I’m going … I’m going … OH! Now look what you’ve done!”

Greta burst into tears, and for a second Fluttershy thought she must have thought it was a competition, because Greta’s tears went straight into gushers, shooting water straight out from her eyes and pelting Fluttershy in the face, soaking her head and getting her all wet.

Feeling her hair turn slick and smack and stick to her back did not help Fluttershy’s mood.

“Great.” Fluttershy mused, grabbing a strand of hair and lifting it up. She twisted it and wrung the water out, only for Greta’s tear fountains to blast her again and wet her hair, undoing all her hard work.

“Greta,” Fluttershy said. “Greta. Greta! Stop crying, please. You’re getting me all wet.”

Greta continued sobbing.

Fluttershy sighed and rolled her eyes.

She blinked several times, wondering what she was doing with herself. With her life. Her thoughts were too preoccupied with her husband every day of every week. She was more concerned with feeling sorry for herself than trying to do anything to reach out and help Greta work through her emotions.

Was that who she’d become? Was this Fluttershy? That she just stood there and got annoyed while next to a crying woman who’d been suffering in her own way – one Fluttershy could actually relate to, because she’d been socially awkward herself and often felt outcast in a society that rewarded extroversion and glorified introverts as intelligent thinking without actually making a real effort to compensate for those introverts with the things they needed, like space and time away from people?

There was a time when Fluttershy was so perceptive and sensitive she could hear a ladybug cry out in pain.

What happened to that Fluttershy?

Fluttershy inhaled sharply, the back of her mind producing the answer to her question even though she didn’t want to hear it.

Her husband. Her husband was what happened. Her greedy, manipulative jerk of a husband who was probably out seducing some other unfortunate woman, spinning some sob story about his wife left him and he was left to raise his only child all on his own, the greedy …

Fluttershy sighed. She looked over to Greta, who was still crying.

As much as she was able, Fluttershy reached over and around to Greta, doing her best to give Greta’s half of their shared body a hug.

Fluttershy winced. Her boobs and the fat around her thighs jiggled as she moved. She felt like a water bed. Any movement, any slightest movement, made the fat around their body jiggle, and that was something they were going to have to work on. She wondered if Greta would object to an exercise regimen.

Her boob swung out and back in, smacking together with Greta’s body and making it jiggle and ripple.

Greta didn’t seem to notice her practically spring-loaded breast, but she did notice Fluttershy’s arms wrapping around her.

“Huh?” Greta’s crying slowed to a stop and she turned over to see Fluttershy doing her best to nuzzle her hair into Greta’s neck.

“I’m sorry,” Fluttershy said. “I’m sorry I haven’t been more sensitive to you. I understand now that you … might have some trouble communicating, but also that you’re hurting, just like I am. You need someone to be with you and help you out. Someone you can trust. And while I’m … still not happy that I’ve ended up like this,” she gestured to their body, and their boobs and belly jiggled as she waved her arm, furthering her sense of exasperation, “I guess I’m going to be that somebody for you, because no one else will.”

Greta bit her lip. Her eyes watered.

“Please don’t blast me in the face again,” Fluttershy pleaded with dread.

“Okay.” Greta sniffed and took a deep breath to hold back her tears. “I … thank you, Fluttershy. Thank you so much.” She returned the hug to Fluttershy.

“And ...I’m sorry, too,” Greta said. “I should have taken more time to explain what I wanted from you. But I was tired, and frustrated, and just … so impatient. I wanted someone to my be second head … my … partner.”

She raised a hand to cup Fluttershy’s cheek, but at the mention of the word ‘partner’, Fluttershy jerked her head away.

Greta looked down and resumed beating herself up. She should have realized it was too soon to be using that kind of language with Fluttershy.

“Greta?” Fluttershy asked. “Can I ask you a question? Why did you come out here? I mean, to find your second head? It feels like you should have been able to find another troll to be your second head back where you come from, couldn’t you?”

Greta shook her head. “Nope. There are lots of different kinds of trolls. Rock trolls, bridge trolls … we used to merge together all the time to make us more powerful. There used to be seven and eight headed trolls who were like gods, but ...”

Fluttershy spaced out, struggling to imagine how that would work if their body was laid out in any way similar to the awkward one she and Greta had.

“The tradition kind of … fell apart a while back, and no one’s done it since,” Greta said.

“Everyone I asked told me they didn’t want to do that kind of thing. That it was over. That it was done with and that ‘our people’ didn’t do it anymore. But some of them still do ...” Greta sighed. “None of them wanted to do it with me, though.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Fluttershy said. “Sounds like a controversial issue. No wonder you went looking for a human to do with instead.”

“Yeah,” Greta said. “But despite everything, I’m glad I found you, Fluttershy.” Greta hugged
Fluttershy back. “Let’s promise to never leave each other, okay?”

Fluttershy grimaced. “Not sure I’m ready to commit to that just yet.” She pushed Greta’s arm off. “But … I’ll try to be better to you than my husband was to me.”

“And I know I’ll be better than to you than your husband was,” Greta assured. “And I’ll be better to you than the other trolls were to me.”

“I was ...” Greta said, looking at the ground, then at the sky. “I’ve been wanting something more than just what the other trolls have. So many of them have boyfriends or girlfriends, or they’re married … but none of them ever merge with each other. I wanted … something more. More than just a boyfriend, or marriage, I wanted, you know, someone to be with me.”

Fluttershy looked down at their body again, thinking on her own experiences. “I suppose it would be hard to get a divorce from this.”

Greta chuckled, though she stopped, thinking better of it.

“Okay,” Greta said. “I answered your question, Fluttershy. Now I want you to answer one of mine.”

“I promise nothing,” Fluttershy said, letting her accumulated bitterness slip back out. Greta stared at her uncomprehending.

Fluttershy sighed. “I’m sorry, Greta. That’s not fair for me to ask you a question and then not answer yours. I just … I’ve gotten so used to, you know, being myself so much that I started getting a little ...”

“Paranoid?” Greta suggested.

Fluttershy rocked her noncommittally with an uneasy grimace. She didn’t want to commit to that word, but she couldn’t think of better one off the top of her head right this second.

“Gah.” Fluttershy groaned, placing a hand around her shoulder. Even the fat around her shoulders seemed to jiggle when she moved her neck. She would hate to see what their body mass index was like this.

“Everything okay?” Greta asked with concern when she saw Fluttershy clutching at her shoulder.

“Peachy,” Fluttershy said, lying through her teeth. “What’s your question, Greta?” She said, eager to change the subject.

“How come you’ve never tried to visit your son?” Greta asked. “I mean, I know your husband is an absolute jerk, but couldn’t you try to arrange something? Visit your little boy now and again, just to see how he’s doing, so he doesn’t grow up completely without a mother?”

Fluttershy balked, caught completely off-guard by the question.

“Well, I ...”

Fluttershy’s first thought was to try and fiddle her fingers together anxiously, but she forgot she only had control of the arms on her side, so she couldn’t adopt her normal shy body positions to distract Greta from the fact she had no idea what to say.

“I mean, I certainly … well, it’s just that ...”

“Just that what?” Greta asked.

Fluttershy squeaked out an incomprehensible answer.

Greta sighed. She reached over and groped Fluttershy on her top boob, rubbing her fingers over Fluttershy’s nipple, stimulating her and making her nipple erect.

Fluttershy blushed and slapped Greta’s hand away.

“Ow.” Greta shook her hand. That stung. Fluttershy had a mean slap on her.

“What did you do that for!?” Fluttershy screamed. Well, as much as a scream as a Fluttershy can make, which didn’t amount to much.

“Sorry!” Greta said. “It’s just that whenever I get a little nervous or shy, I know a bit of massaging and some sexual stimulation helps me put right.”

“Ugh.” Fluttershy groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Really? Do you do this around the other trolls? Just start tweaking your nipples in the middle of a conversation? No wonder the rest of them don’t like you.”

Greta threatened to tear up again.

Fluttershy slapped a hand to her forehead when she realized her error.

“No, wait. I’m sorry, Greta, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’ve been … terribly out of practice being around people that I care about. It’s hard to go back to that after ...”

“Wait. You care about me?” Greta put a hand over her chest, touched.

“Well, I mean, yeah,” Fluttershy said. Her eyes widened in shock. Both from the realization that she had said it, and the terrifying realization that accompanied the words that ... she didn’t think she could have said the same thing to anybody when she woke up this morning.

“I mean,” Fluttershy said, “you seem like a sweet girl, Greta. Your problem is just that you have no idea how to communicate with people and you’re a little socially awkward. But it’s okay. I was, too, for a long time. Heck, I might still be, now, since I’ve barely been out of my house except to buy groceries.”

Fluttershy thought about how she never just started tweaking her nipples in the middle of conversation, but, showing signs of progress already, politely refrained from saying as much.

She reached over and put a hand around Greta’s neck. “It’s okay. I’ll help you.”

Greta teared up again, but this time it was tears of joy. “Oh, Fluttershy, thank you. Thank you so much.” She wrapped her arms around the two of them, giving Fluttershy another hug. Fluttershy did her best to smile through it as the motions make their boobs and belly jiggle and bounce again.

“I’ll help you too, Fluttershy,” Greta said. “I can help make you feel loved again, and you can help me work on my people skills.”

“But ...” Greta added, breaking the hug. “You never answered my question. Why don’t you go and try to see your son?”

“Question?” Fluttershy said, breaking into a cold sweat. “What question? I don’t remember any question.” In truth, she didn’t want to answer the question. Not because she didn’t know the answer.

Rather quite frankly because she knew exactly what the answer was, but she didn’t want to face it. If she didn’t answer Greta’s question, she could going and pretending like everything was fine, living in denial of the fact.

“Fluttershy,” Greta said, cupping Fluttershy’s cheek. “Why won’t you answer me? Am I pushing too hard? Ooh, did I say something rude? Oh, I knew it! Foiled by my poor people skills again!”

“No, Greta, no, it’s okay,” Fluttershy assured her. “It’s fine. I just … I’m having a little bit of trouble with it.”

Fluttershy wrapped both her arms under her boobs and stared off into the distance, bracing herself to speak the answer she didn’t want to reach her own ears.

“I’m … afraid,” Fluttershy admitted, and it felt like she was Atlas giving the world over to Hercules to carry to relieve him of his burden, even if only for a moment.

"What are you afraid of?" Greta asked. "What do you even have to be afraid of?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Fluttershy said. She awkwardly tried to step away, forgetting for a moment that she and Greta were bound together.

"Oh, my, look at this pretty bird," Fluttershy said, pointing to the a nearby tree.

"Fluttershy, it's the middle of the night. I don't believe you can actually see anything up there."

Fluttershy sighed. "You're right. I just ... don't want to talk about it."

Greta placed a hand around Fluttershy's neck. "It's just us. There's nobody else around. You can trust me, can't you?"

Fluttershy grunted.

Greta pursed her lips. "Right. Poor choice of words. What I meant to say was, you can confide in me. I won't tell a soul. Not a word you say will leave these lips if you don't want it to."

Fluttershy sighed and looked at their feet. She got distracted by their odd, three-legged, tripod set up before recalling herself back to the issue at hand.

"It's not that I don't want you to know, or that I want to keep it a secret or anything ... I just don't want to have to deal with it, or think about it, or anything."

Greta massaged Fluttershy's shoulders. "What is it? What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid ... he won't want to see me," Fluttershy said. "I'm afraid that he's going to hate me, because I wasn't there and I'm not in his life, and that he never wants to see me again."

"Why in the world would you think that?"

"Well, he never calls," Fluttershy grumbled.

"Call? How old is he, Fluttershy?"

"Five," Fluttershy said. She looked up at the sky in despair. "It's October. He'll be ten in a few months."

"Fluttershy, you can't expect a nine year old to know how to call you," Greta said. "Does he even know your number? Do you have a cell phone?"

"No," Fluttershy groaned. "No, I don't think he does. I have a cell phone, I just don't use it ..."

"Well, you know, this 'snapchat' thing I hear is all the rage these days," Greta said. "But you could try to contact them on there?"

"Maybe," Fluttershy said, burying her face into her hands.

"Hey," Greta said. "Hey, you still haven't answered my question. Why would he hate you? Just because you're not there?"

"Yes!"

Greta pursed her lips, not sure what to say. "You really think he'd hate you that much just for being away for a bit? For all he knows, you're just on a really long vacation."

Fluttershy shook her head. "He has his father. Of course he's going to hate me, because his father would just love to make it so that he hates me so even if I do ever find where they are, he won't want to see me. That'd be just like him ..."

"Your son is not his father," Greta said comfortingly. "And even if he is with just his father, I'm sure he misses his mother very much and wishes he could see you every day, and doesn't understand why he can't."

"Yeah ..." Fluttershy said. Her eyes widened as big as dinner plates, and she buried her face into her hands again as she sobbed. "Unless he found some new trophy wife to be his mother for him!"

Greta bit her lip. "Hey, hey, don't think like that. I'm sure even if he did get married, your son still knows it's not his real mother. Your husband's a jerk, right? He won't be able to hold on to another woman long enough to get married and make them into his nanny."

"He was charming enough to get me," Fluttershy replied.

Greta had no idea how to respond to that.

"Well," Greta said after a long silence, "I don't care what you think. I am sure, no, I am absolutely positive that wherever your son is, and whoever who's with, whether your husband has a new wife or not, he was wishing he could see and visit you."

"Thanks, Greta," Fluttershy said, making a half hearted effort to hide her face behind her hair like she used to do when she was a teen, but with her hairstyle changed by Greta’s magic, followed up by being soaked by Greta's tears and still not dry yet, it wasn't a very successful effort.

"I hope you're right." Fluttershy looked away.

Greta tapped her on the shoulder. "Let's go for a walk for a bit, Fluttershy. Clear our hands some."

Fluttershy blinked, not sure about the idea. Unable to offer any better alternative, she reluctantly accepted it. "Fine."

She tried to take a step forward and stumbled, still struggling to get used to her new leg set up.

Greta chuckled. "It's okay. Everyone struggles a bit at first. We'll practice. We'll take the time, and we'll get it right."

Greta reared her front leg up and took a step forward, and Fluttershy felt the weight shift between them, with a jiggle rippling through their belly that she found nauseating.

"Greta, if we're going to stay like this, we have got to talk about losing some weight," Fluttershy said.

Greta stared at Fluttershy as if she was speaking an alien language. "What?"

"Losing weight?" Fluttershy said. "You know, because we're ... so ... heavyset?" she put a hand on their belly and jiggled it up down to demonstrate.

Greta still didn't seem to get it. She chuckled. "You're funny, Fluttershy.

Fluttershy rolled her eyes.

Taking a moment to make sure they were on the same page, they took a step forward, first Fluttershy, then Greta, with their extraneous legs coming up behind them.

"This isn't so bad," Fluttershy thought as they continued walking, developing a beat that Fluttershy familiarized herself with. "It's just like a three-legged race. Just. You know. Permanent." Her face dimmed as she said this.

Greta felt bad but didn't know what to say.

There were footsteps coming from one of the sidewalks, and Fluttershy's panic alarms went off.
"Someone's coming! Hide!"

"Hide?" Greta asked. She felt Fluttershy jerk, trying to get them to a nearby bushes, but she tugged her side of the body and pulled Fluttershy back. "Why would we need to hide?"

"Because, Greta, I don't know if you've noticed, but most people in this neighborhood are not two-headed trolls!" Fluttershy snapped. "If someone sees us like this, we're going to have a lot of explaining to do, and that's not something that I want to bother dealing with as of right this minute. Or even worse, they could call the police and report that there's a monster in the neighborhood! They could get scared and collapse on the spot, or worse, they could have a heart attack."

"Relax," Greta said, patting Fluttershy condescendingly on the head, though Fluttershy was sure she didn't mean it that way. "No one will panic. I know troll magic. Once we're done fusing, I cast a spell to disguise us. No one will suspect a thing."

"Hey," the passerby, a young man dressed in a vampire costume, pointed finger guns at them and gave an approving smile. "Nice troll costume." He walked by them without raising a fuss.
Fluttershy glared at Greta, making an unpleasant grunt.

"What?"

"Greta, he called us a troll. Do you mean to tell me that you disguised us as a two-headed troll ... by making us look like a costume of a two-headed troll?"

"What's wrong with it?" Greta asked. "The best place to hide is in plain sight, isn't it?"

Fluttershy chewed on her lips as she chewed it over in her thoughts. "I suppose. I'm still not sure I'm comfortable with it."

"What do I have to do to make you comfortable, Fluttershy?"

"You could start with figuring out to separate us and give me my own body back," Fluttershy snapped.

Greta squealed, hurt.

"Damn it." Fluttershy slapped her forehead. "I'm sorry, Greta, that was uncalled for. I ... guess I'm still not over it yet."

"Like how you're still not over your husband being a bad egg?" Greta asked, chuckling.

Fluttershy wanted to be angry at that remark, but she found she just couldn't. Maybe because Greta was right, or maybe she was just too tired after a long, exhausting, frustrating day to put the energy into it.

"Yeah," Fluttershy said. "Like that."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that with me," Greta said. She leaned over and gave Fluttershy a kiss on the cheek. "Through thick and thin we'll stay together. I'll stay with you, Fluttershy. No matter what happens." She nuzzled her cheek against Fluttershy's. "After all, two heads are better than one!"

"Thanks, Greta," Fluttershy said. "I appreciate you saying that."

She looked around the area and her eyes were caught by the sight of a bluejay in a nearby branch.

Enticed by the prospect of dealing with animals again, animals, which, she thought privately, were so much more reliable than humans, Fluttershy dragged them over to the tree, having attained enough mastery of their body setup that she could dictate where Greta would go by sheer force alone.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Greta shouted as she was pulled along.

They stopped by the tree and Fluttershy held her hand out to the bird. She was alway good with birds. They would just flock into her hands.

The blue jay looked down at and flinched. It seemed to Fluttershy like its eyes could pierce through Greta's illusion, and seeing their true form made it afraid. But it cautiously peered over and looked into Fluttershy's eyes, and seemed to recognize her like a friend.

The bird chirped and flew out, landing onto Fluttershy's wrist. Fluttershy brought it up to her face and nuzzled its head softly, like she used to do with the birds around Canterlot High School.
Feeling a little more like her old self, Fluttershy whistled a note to the bird. The bird chirped back, and soon they were passing notes back and forth, working on their own composition. It made Fluttershy laugh.

"Fluttershy!" Greta gasped. "You're glowing!"

"Oh, why thank you, Greta. That's very sweet of you to say."

"No, I mean, you're actually glowing! Look!"

Fluttershy held her arm out. Her half of the body was encased in a bright glow, like when she used to 'pony up' as Rainbow Dash dubbed in their many fights against monsters and demons.

"Huh," Fluttershy said. "So I am."

The bird seemed just as confused as she was.

Author's Note

By now, you might be questioning the M rating, as I was, as nothing about this premise seemed inherently adult - Greta's tweaking was something I improvised into the script just for some variety's sake - but the commissioner has assured me more mature content will be forthcoming.

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