Uma, Rorschach. Rorschach, Uma.

INT. PSYCHIATRIST’S OFFICE - DAY.

THE SHRINK PEERS OVER DARK-RIMMED GLASSES AND PICKS UP A PIECE OF PAPER. SHE HAD A CHEESY THICK EASTERN-EUROPEAN ACCENT BECAUSE, HECK, WHY NOT?

SHRINK
I vant you to look carevully at dis image. Look deeply, let your eyes vander, let your mind relax. Now, vat do you see?

SNARKER
Uhm, a herd of beautiful wild ponies running free across the plains?

SHRINK
(tersely)
Vell, if you’re not going to take dis seriously, I’m not sure vhy ve are here. Let us try again. Ja. So, vat do you see?

SNARKER
Uhm, Uma Thurman looking at a herd of beautiful wild ponies running free across the plains?

FADE TO BLACK.

The End.

What? I don’t test well. But, really, after looking at Uma’s photoshoot for AnOther magazine, how could you not think Rorschach inkblot test?

Also, what’s the deal with the butterflies? Seriously, they’re starting to freak me out. Now I really do need a shrink.

p.s. Bonus points if you get the “wild ponies” reference. Seriously, we might have to start going steady.

UPDATE: Wow, you are all now officially my girlfriends. Well, except for Ida. We’re just going to keep doing our hot, steamy RSS-action thing on the side. p.s. Jane and Daria were totally doing it. At least, in my head they were.