Peony stared at the girl. "Hey, you're not Hitler, or Charlie Chaplin, but you look rather familiar..." She trailed off, trying to establish why this girl without a funny haircut and a moustache seemed to send little bleeps into her memory. Somebody's been hitting the vodka, said the Voice disapprovingly in the background.
Peony snapped her fingers triumphantly. "NIKKI!" she bellowed, adding considerably to the overall degenerate state of the enviroment.
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