(That's cool, I can't wait until we get to that point when the DNA mutates again! It's gonna to be so awesome!)
Connie sat back down as she said "Bug DNA, hmm..." She thought for a moment then she looked at the section of pipe she had broken off. "I wonder..." she muttered. With a very curious look on her face, she started squeezing the pipe with her right hand, about half a foot from the already crushed area. To her surprise, the large metal tube crumpled like it was an aluminum can, and she had hardly even tried. She tried again with her other hand, with the same results. Her mind went back to her hair again, which was lazily wandering about behind her, and started thinking out loud. "I wonder if my hair is controling itself, or if I'm in control of what it does and my mind was just bored or something earlier. Maybe... maybe I can control it with thought..." She started thinking about her hair being relaxed, and she quickly felt it settle down onto her back again. Then she imagined grasping one end of the section of pipe, but she kept her hands at her sides. Slowly, a number of her long, golden locks began to work their way over towards the metal tube. Once they reached it they started wraping themselves around it similarly to the tentacles of an octopus or squid. She imagined doing the same with the other end as well, and soon she had a grip on each side. As Dirk and the others looked on, Connie lifted the pipe up into the air a fair bit, and she even managed to bend it completely around into a loop using only her tentacle-like hair. "Well that's just friggin cool, isn't it?" she said as she looked at the twisted and deformed piee of steel that used to be a 2-inch diameter water pipe.
Connie sat back down as she said "Bug DNA, hmm..." She thought for a moment then she looked at the section of pipe she had broken off. "I wonder..." she muttered. With a very curious look on her face, she started squeezing the pipe with her right hand, about half a foot from the already crushed area. To her surprise, the large metal tube crumpled like it was an aluminum can, and she had hardly even tried. She tried again with her other hand, with the same results. Her mind went back to her hair again, which was lazily wandering about behind her, and started thinking out loud. "I wonder if my hair is controling itself, or if I'm in control of what it does and my mind was just bored or something earlier. Maybe... maybe I can control it with thought..." She started thinking about her hair being relaxed, and she quickly felt it settle down onto her back again. Then she imagined grasping one end of the section of pipe, but she kept her hands at her sides. Slowly, a number of her long, golden locks began to work their way over towards the metal tube. Once they reached it they started wraping themselves around it similarly to the tentacles of an octopus or squid. She imagined doing the same with the other end as well, and soon she had a grip on each side. As Dirk and the others looked on, Connie lifted the pipe up into the air a fair bit, and she even managed to bend it completely around into a loop using only her tentacle-like hair. "Well that's just friggin cool, isn't it?" she said as she looked at the twisted and deformed piee of steel that used to be a 2-inch diameter water pipe.
