I grab the scissors and lunge at her. "Come on, you know you want one!" I sing, managing to cut two inches off the side. “I think that’s all we needed, unless you want a mohawk?”
I make the stinkbomb and secure it with the rubber band. "If we can find string anywhere, we can make a fuse for it, so we can light it from a distance and throw it before it starts to stink. That way we don't have to actually get inside."