The bookmark toolbar folders are illegibly transparent, with thin burgundy outlines and thin burgundy text. A field of muted burgundy poppies grows up and through them, creating an unreadable jumble of flowers, folders, and font.

According to Snufkin, Little My designed this mess in order to trick the viewer into scrunching their heads three centimeters from their screens in order to read it, whereupon the Hattifatteners will spring from their bookmark folders and electrocute their retinas.

Frankly, Little My, we have had it with your childish acting out. You have starred in over a dozen books, plus comics, TV shows, and bizzaro amusement parks for more than 65 freaking years, and you are still a pea brained bully.

There will be no more crying on Moominmama's apron strings for you, missy. You are a danger to yourself and others. Sergeant Groke and Private Hemulen have arrived to transport you to the 5150 psychiatric detention facility, where you will be protected from yourself with a big B52 in your posterior, then shipped to juvie, where you will rot for two years waiting for your preliminary hearing.