As she spins her propeller, she takes in the wind, and makes clean energy. "I have a pretty frickin good life," said Wendy. "I frickin love my Life job!" In 2003, the frickin Bombing of frickin fields took place. Wendy was blasted into the frickin sky because of it. Wendy felt the frickin air whoosh through her frickin propeller, so in a frickin desperate last attempt for survival, she furiously rotated her frickin propeller, and the effect of it was that she created so much frickin energy that she frickin blasted herself upward just enough, that she frickin hovered to the frickin ground safely, without any frickin injury to her frickin pole, or her frickin propeller. Once the news spread to the 25 Dorks, they named Wendy, "Windy Wendy." Indians, declared war against the 25 Dorks once agai