"But Ma, all my friends have internet and

"But Ma, all my friends have internet and streaming!" Nora cried. "Well, this is what we could afford, darling." A moment later, The Mandible in its club chair vibrated into view.

Nora, tho sore over receiving the Enterprise's command bridge for her birthday instead of a smartphone, bravely faced the onscreen image of The Mandible:"I'm Nora T. Kirk. I demand

a pickle spear with my Rueben Sandwich." The Mandible didn't change it's expression & 10 minutes later still didn't change it either. Nora T. Kirk, looked around the bridge of the

or you have to pay for my lunch money. The Red shirts hesitated at the threat. Alright, alright- spoke one. He stepped into the ring, trying hard to keep himself composed while the

gigantic scorpion hissed and flexed its tail. "Ten bucks on the scorpion," I muttered to the nearest Red shirt. We shook on it while Dave and the scorpion circled in the ring.

The scorpion jabbed its tail at Dave, but Dave dodged and shot back at it with a stinging criticism, causing it extreme distress. The humans cheered, but the arachnids in the audie

nce just blinked their many sets of eyes at the humans, before letting forth a mighty roar and pelting the human audience with their trash. The scorpion circled Dave in the arena

and Dave tried an old trick. “Shoe’s untied!” he said, pointing to the scorpion’s feet. The scorpion never wore shoes to gladiatorial combat and didn’t fall for it. Dave cried like

a wounded animal, and all of a sudden, a bat swooped down and munched up the scorpion in a few bites. Dave was saved by the food chain, AGAIN. He didn't know what he learned.