I want Omaru Polka to whisper in my ears as i drift off asleep on her lap and waking up to realize that every physical possessions i have in my house has been stolen by her where she somehow managed to stuff everything into her comically tiny clown car. In a panic i would try to rush to the police station only for Omaru Polka to run me over with a school bus full of children while she laughs maniacally as my entrails decorate the entire neighborhood with gore