"You -- you're the Caterpillar," Jervis said.
"Mmm, yessss, the Caterpillar." Janet grinned sleepily. "Janet the Caterpillar.... Janet van Caterpillar...."
She lit a cigarette inside a long, elegant black holder, leaned back, and blew three rainbow-coloured smoke-rings.
Mad Hatter blinked from the sleepy, bioelectric smoke Janet was now exhaling.
"Mmmm, we must do something about Wonderland's style, Jervis, DAH-ling! 'How doth the little Caterpillar improve each lovely hour....'"
Her new self had mixed with vague memories of her old life, producing a fashion-crazed terror with sleepy, sleepy bioelectric smoke.
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