Evil
Connie crumbles like a bad granola bar. Her lofty goal of trampling the gypsy has been thwarted, unlike the waft from an unwashed hippie (according to Connor). Attack of the killer armpits isn't a thing in Talcum Gypsy's world, but Connor's gas bubble doesn't allow for funk. However, they'll all be singing the blues together, soon.
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