Hello.
My name is Phyllis, and I'm here to inform you on a very serious matter. The matter in question is touching. It's okay to hug someone you like or even put a hand on a shoulder. But if someone touches you in an improper way, it's not okay, at all. Little girls are a major target in this form of harassment. Little girls are fun, and innocent. Little girls are precious and should be treated as such.
Little girls are for love – PLATIONIC love, not lewd. Say it with me, everyone.
Little girls are for platonic love, not lewd.
Thank you for your time.
"And…cut! That was good, Phyllis. We can call it a day here." "Yahoo! I want some ice cream!" Dick came from the set. "Photon, I'm surprised you're doing all of this charitable work." He told her, looking sinister. "Well, it's a serious cause I'm into a lot, really." She said. "I have to do some good with this newfound fame of mine, even if no one knows who I really am." She took a breath. "Can we get some ice cream now?"
"Would you like that with…SPRINKLES!?"
"Yes, please."
The two left the building the PSA took place in and were met by various paparazzi. "Are you really related to Photon?" One asked. "Um, yes. He's my uncle."
"What about his recent absence?"
"He's sick for the time being."
"Will you be participating in Single Fragment?"
"Maybe…?"
Questions piled up, the journalists surrounded Dick and Phyllis. Dick took out a cloak and covered both of them. Suddenly, they were outside the group. Dick had the man in a girl's body at his torso. One paparazzi took a snapshot, said shot showed a certain area of Phyllis revealed for all to see.
Her problems only begun.