Meg

Meg is the most petite pocket rocket you could ever meet. Meg is slightly unhinged, sometimes neurotic and can be known to home a strangely active amygdala. Meg is a pioneer of tenacity and chatter for many units on the planet; mainly those residing on the slowly sinking East Coast of Australia. If you come across a Meg, you will be instantly taken by her vivacity, beauty, intellect and a no fucks given attitude. Meg can go out of her window of tolerance and become a coey pest, however if she gains your trust, she's as loyal as yer Mum. Meg is an absolute champion in the sport of face yoga, and is as bendy as hell. If you dare to interlope with this firecracker, be prepared to be spiralled into an abyss of cognitive dissonance between ungodly pleasure and relentless needs for validation. Meg is a frisky Blondie lookalike teetotaller who will never stop entertaining her loved ones with her bogan charm and minxy sexiness. Those who depart from Meg, will not like to admit that they miss her dizzying personality, but rest assured, they secretly do.

Human 1 "Hey, I saw that cool Meg chick the other day, she found an actual chicken!"

Human 2 "Yeah man, I saw her go off at the MoshPit and then she talked my ear off and showed me some cool face yoga!"