Pandora: I don't choose my victims. They choose me. Let's go find someone who deserves murder. And follow them home.
Pandora: *enters the restraunt* Table for two please.
Waitress: aren't a little young? Where are your parents?
Pandora: we're just very short that's all.
Waitress: oh I'm sorry for offending you. Here. *shows you to a table and gives you menus*
Pandora: so I got the guys wallet. I just need to do something about the picture.*glues on a picture of herself* boom. Me, Now this is my drivers liscence.