As you can see, it is quite large... perhaps a bit larger than the compactor will allow. I'm afraid I will have to seperate this container into pieces... before I properly dispose of it."Leia looked at the huge rectangular box.It was dark blue in color with smooth edges all around. The droid was right; this thing sure was big! Bigger than Leia, in fact."Where did this come from?" she asked the droid."Your son requested that it be removed from his room this morning," answered the droid.Leia noticed. Prue, true to her word gladly stuffed Sara's mailbox, with every magazine review, glowing comment, and request for her services.At first Sara couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that anyone could think anything she created was really all that good, but Prue kept overloading her inbox with offers and compliments until she had no choice but to believe it. The little girl, who had felt invisible, unloved and unwanted by the world, suddenly realized that she was known, loved and very much wanted. He pictured her hips, her smooth tummy and toned waist above. When she worked his upper back, she leaned forward, digging into him with her elbow. He could gauge the length of her upper arm, and he imagined the perky breasts that hung just above his spine. When Cheryl sat on a stool near his head and started to knead his neck, he imagined her strong shoulders rolling forward with each stroke. He imagined her not in the nurse’s scrubs that she wore, but in a deep-necked top that hung off one. ”“Yah, right.”“Hear me out. We are all human, and we all have our own faults. At least yours were caused by trauma. Most people have no excuse. I would like to think my faults stem from a similar place as yours.”“What faults. You are an athletic genius. Even when you step in it, you end up smelling like roses. Hell, you were thrown back in time, so you decide you will clean up your little town, and when you couldn’t do that anymore, you decide to try and save humanity and clean up the planet.