Wish I Had a Large Pink Eraser

I wish I had a large pink magic eraser. Jill gave me a mean look a few seconds ago. So now I will erase her. I begin at her feet, working my way up. She is disappearing in swishes and slashes. Her diabolical smile is the last thing I see. My erasing is fierce now, as I erase that off her face. As I rub her out entirely, I remember why I started Cartooning a few years back.