My 8th grade science teacher had a cane with a silver skull and lone alabaster tooth...

Gorp emerged from the sculpting chamber...

Kettle whistling, the animated potbelly stove waddled forward on four cast-iron feet...

“The salvage target is 200 meters underwater,” Calon said, donning his wetsuit...

He shakes the scout to his senses. “Sed quid existis videre?” ...

“We’re trapped,” Maka said. “This is an airlock-only cargo hold, and we don’t have a vacsuit.” ...

“Is everyone okay? That was a wild time-jump!” ...

He scratched his neckbeard in Imperial Moff garb. “Nice Jedi cosplay, Kid...

The dwarven engineer pats the triceratops with a metal hand. “We lost some bits, Bud.” ...