Ah, my beloved Pamela, how I love thee. Let me count the ways. I...wait. Damn it all! Pamela and her accursed pheromone dust! Using her powers and her devilish feminine wiles, she had managed to escape our custody and is now no doubt planning yet another scheme of eco-terrorism on my city. Admittingly very fitting as in a few days, Earth Day shall be upon us and what better chance to execute "Mother Nature's will" then the day to give our planet it's due. As well as deliver her very own brand of self-titled justice on the concrete jungle we call home. Clearly those chemicals Dr. Woodroe threw her into truly caused some serious mental and physical alterations. Replacing her blood with toxins which altered the color of her skin into that hideous shade of green, the ability to manipulate plant life, the proclamation that she can speak to said plant life, her previously mentioned dust, and of course how could one forget her infamous kiss of death. Originally, I believed that they were only toxic because of the horrid lipstick she would wear, but after removing it from her possession, I learned quickly that the poison was indeed within her own lips. Those...bright pillowy lips...no! Get a hold of yourself Jeremiah! She killed at least seven of your guards and three doctors for God sakes! Sigh, no matter now, we cannot fix what had transpired, but we can do our part to ensure that this ever occurs again. As soon as Pamela is recaptured, she shall remained chained in Solitary Confinement by the time I'm through with her. Well... oh forget it! Hopefully the blasted effect will ware off soon. I'm not sure how much more of it I can take. So many horrible thoughts go through my mind because of her. It's enough to make my blood boil. I only hope it can be out of anger rather than some sick lust.