Bobalong lives a life of solitude, wearing a protective mask and clothing to guard against the constant onslaught of toxic chemicals that now plague her ability to cope, to work, to function, to live.
If she is not careful in stepping, she will find she cannot speak, cannot understand language, is pained as though someone is drilling holes into her bones, her vision is blurry, her thinking fuzzy and that makes her angry.
YOU don't want to make Bobalong angry, do you?
You'll have to deal with Rollalong then!
