Just so you know, I’m the one who’ll be telling you this story, but my twin sister, Beck (who’s wickedly talented and should go to art school or show her stuff in a museum or something), will be doing the drawings.
I’m telling you this up front because, even though we’re twins, Beck and I don’t always see everything exactly the same way. So don’t believe everything you see.
Fine. Beck says I have to tell you not to believe everything I say, either. Whatever. Can we get on with the story? Good.
Hang on tight.
Things are about to get hairy.
And wet. Very, very wet.