Picking up her mess...

I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm picking up after toddler. I mean, if anything she could be an adult about it. Okay, she was chasing down the original menace, so I'll excuse this one. Next time, though.

Things went fairly smoothly. I cleared the traffic to allow emergency vehicles into the area. They were going to have to do most of the work I got the heavy lifting out of the way, though. I picked up the buildings that managed to stay together. I was amazed at how light they felt. Had physics allowed it, I'm sure one arm would have sufficed. To alleviate the trouble of trying to find a dump spot, I threw most of the rubble into the sky. I was halfway hoping to hit Blogger, but I wasn't aiming. All in all not physically difficult, but still time consuming. I was happy with the new me. I kept worrying about that beam weapon, however. I need to get rid of it, quick.

Once I was finished, I flew up to check on my girl. She looked stunning as always. The sunlight dancing on her skin was breathtaking. I looked out to see the superzombie rocketing toward the sun.

"Was that her?" I asked.

"Yep," she smiled. "Easy as pie!"

I looked at her flushed skin. I wonder how easy it had actually been. I decided not to press the issue. I just pressed into her.