Sheckkie Leibowitz stared at Rorschach's Inkblots, and his mind swam in the sea of dreams. This irritated the Inkblots to no end.
"Yo, snap out of it, dude!"
"Wha, wha? Oh, sorry. What were you guys up to?"
"Other than listening to you quote Faust, not a whole heap. Now snap out of it will ya!"
"Faust?"
"Yeah, you know, the play? Skip it. Seriously, you gotta meet this chick, she's perfect for you..."
"Oi vay, you sound like my Grandmother. So what's her name?"
"Yopu the Seriously Underrated."
"She sounds under age too."
"Funny, that's what the red wood tree said, too. But look, you want a good evening, this girl is it! Personality? She's got nine of them."
"Nine?!"
"Yeah," said one of the other Inkblots. "She keeps eight of them in a jar of cherry juice."
"Sounds like a sticky situation."
"Only if you're an animal tamer."
"Does she put out?"
"What are we describing here, a person or an automatic teller machine - of course she puts out!"
"So, she's not Jewish then?"
"Sure, I think number six is."
"Three and four are ancient Sumerian," said the third Inkblot.
"And Number Nine is a Red Daemon Cultist. Seriously, it's a wild evening."
"Just spectating would be," said Sheckkie. "So, why's she underrated?"
"Y'see, the thing is, she's been set up with all the wrong guys so far. First there was this old fart named Zeke..."
"Couldn't understand why she didn't want to stay in a mineshaft," explained the fourth Inkblot.
"... Then there was this Anaconda..."
"She just doesn't like it when people put the squeeze on her."
"... The Nameless One..."
"She figured if he wouldn't tell her his name, he wasn't likely to commit."
"Besides, she was using her Thomas More personality at the time - too much religion and stuff in the way," put in number two Inkblot.
"Okay," said Sheckkie, "she's had bad luck. What's she look like?"
"What do you want her to look like?"
"Huh?"
"She's a shape shifter."
"Huh?!?"
"I told you she was underrated..."
