The collector did some hand signs to tell Harley about her ability to roll which confuses the head. The collector then quickly retrieved the head of another athletic girl named Monica.
"Okay, when I read your memories of rolling, I thought it was just a dream. I may know many things about you, but not every single detail. I can misinterpret things you know," the collector said.
"Yeah... about that, me and the girls sometimes practice on our own. We didn't want to worry you about using the gym at night or think we went missing," Harley said.
"Oh don't worry, I'm not mad," the collector said, "Though I will have the fear of you escaping, I know I can trust you."
"It's not like I got anywhere to go anyways," Harley said, "You are all I have."
The collector went to hug the head even though she is wet. Harley then attempt a kiss and the collector gave one back.
"Wow! I never got to do that before," Harley said.
"I could set you up on a date," the collector said.
"No thanks, just the one is enough unless I feel like it," Harley said.
"Now I don't mind you and the others rolling, but please let me know and I hope I can trust you with this. Don't want any of you heads escaping," the collector said.
"I'm only doing this because I live to exercise and rolling around and sometimes head stretches makes me feel alive," Harley said.
"I guess we could just make it a work out thing," the collector said, "And screw it. Not like any of you can escape me anyways."
"Geez, no need to be creepy," Harley said.
"And you know what, you gave me an idea," the collector said.
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