An innocent small child. Thats how most see me. A young girl not yet molded by society. How wrong they are. Im a hell raising, cigarette smoking, liquor drinking, foul mouthed spawn of Satan and im turning five tomorrow. Im looking for something fun to do, capche? None of this pony baby bullshit! Im five now! No more kiddie four year old junk.

Lamby downs her glass of whiskey just before jumping off the stool stool combo. After all being three feet has its disadvantages. She looks around waiting for advice of how to celebrate her birthday.

One word: Murder. Have at it lass. Feel the rush, enjoy the thrill. Just be sure to dodge the flat foots.

Lamby raises her head from the bleeding corpse. Blood dripping down her mouth she smiles as she wipes the warm red human chunks off her lips.

Murder you say? CHECK! Thank you sir. So far this the day of my birth has gone well! Liquor and blood is flowing!