They fought like lions roaring war cries.

“Enough?” he taunts.

The grip of savage generations are refused.

Sickened by the recorded genocide, the comm officer tossed her rank pin.

“Will I defeat him?” She grins. “No.”

“Yesterday you were white, today you’re black,” Kaylee said.

“Do Legos hurt boogiemen?”

He patted the metal owl.