The orange coneman, the conegirl as it is, stands in the snows, mustacheless. How set apart is she by her feminity?

She rolls along the snow, we could attribute this willful whimsy to feminine flightiness, but truthfully all the denizens and beasts play like this from time to time, it is an instinct universal and irresistible.

She continues, rolling back the other way, this observation shall prove fruitless, but perhaps a peek inside her mind can show how this woman differs from the men…

Orange Coneman: -Wouldn’t it be real neat if instead of a point, I had a tentacle? I suppose I wouldn't be a coneman then, but it’d be pretty cool-

As it turns out, her primary attribute is being a weirdo.