"So it true what they say?" Kevin asked his girlfriend as he sat on her shoulders, "That any human who stays here long enough turns into a
cartoon character?"
"Yes it is. But it's not something that happens automatically as something The Plot or The Script pretty much arranges to happens sooner or
later. Maybe you'll buy a costume, maybe you'll try some instant-toon-soda, maybe you'll have your photo taken and it gets drawn on. The
ways it happens varies to keep things interesting, since nobody likes a boring story."
"What about the plot of a human being living in the toon world?"
"Oh there are a few of those already, sorry dear . . . if you want to leave before that plot twist happens, I fully understand, it's a rather big life
changer."
" . . . No. No I don't."
"You love me that much?"
"You know I do."
"Heh. Yeah I do."
"I had no idea you were a toon, you're . . .pretty tame to what the stereotypes say."
"Not all toons are loony. I think I'm a wholesome snarker archetype myself. I have no idea who drew me or weather I was human myself once at
some point. I'm normally just a background character during Scenes. So you wanna check out my place first or see the town?"
"I decidedly want to see your place first."
"Okay dear." They marched several blocks from the entrance from Kayla did something very unexpected and stripped on the street.
"Kayla-?!" Kevin asked surprised.
"I dress like that just to not offend the humans when they first arrived." She pulled a pocket from her side and stuffed the clothes inside the
effectively invisible pocket.
'So that's where they store mallets.' Kevin thought. Kevin noticed that Kayla lacked the 'finer' details of the female form underneath her clothes,
but found he didn't really care.