Oh, good. Yoda captured us,” Fang whispered.

My love is a six-toed mutant, like a Hemingway cat. Pet it wisely.

My boyfriend’s an idiot,” I say as soon as he lurches away.”A cute idiot,” Ally corrects me.”That’s like saying ‘a cute mutant.’ Doesn’t exist.

Last night I encountered a dream cat with a very long neck and a body like a human fetus, gray and transluscent. I don’t know what it needs or how to provide for it. Another...

I declare that The Beatles are mutants. Prototypes of evolutionary agents sent by God, endowed with a mysterious power to create a new human species, a young race of laughing freemen.