A strange, terrifying example of how accidents cause people. Someone who hangs out in giant closests filled with animals that are in phermaldahide. This person also has a tendency to freak out spontaneously and whose definition of "chaos" is whispering.
(Someone who also likes to kill rats names Stewert and Stewert Little)
Holy shit, what's her deal? She's acting like a total Balkcom!
Did she just go all Balkcom on us?