The floor tasted like old socks properly chewed up by at least two dogs.

At first, he had stared in awe, followed by growing panic, just before the baseball smacked his forehead dead center.

 

Charly weaseled his way to the office. So far so good. He opened the door and froze when he hit something. The door was opened and he was staring at Scarface himself. This darn bad luck stuck like tar!

 

Spring has entered the atmosphere and is going to land! Man your stations! Let’s go!

That means you too X2-0! We don’t want to repeat the disaster with Fall from six months ago!

Spring has also reported faulty pollen tanks again. Be careful!

 

We know promises are hollow, but the war has been going on for years now and we are grasping at straws to end it. They demand James’ extradition in exchange. That means death. I don’t want to let him go, but I have no choice.