The minute he saw us, Mr. Jackson started screaming.

“Those impossible Minimalists have ruined me. Just look at me, boring with no room for feelings at all.”

Marsha & I shrugged our shoulders not seeing what his problem was.

“This is what you see, but this is the real me. I want the real me back! Can you do that?”

We shrugged our shoulders again and told him we’d find out if we could.