“Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking

“Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking Nerf herder!” The teach heard the insult, the young girl was a creative insulter. The boy in the vest did play with Nerf items so

the teacher gave young Leia a time-out. She pulled her by her side hair-bun to the principal's office. Han playing with his nerf ball, pouted by the wall "Who's scruffy looking..."

"you are" the voice whispered. Han turned about, "What? Whose talking? You weren't supposed to agree that I am scuffy looking?" Jane laughed ridiculously, she had framed Leia

for peddling in a school zone, which would triple the penalty. "Now my dear, Han," she announced diabolically, "you are all mine." Suddenly, a large, furry arm appeared from above

And said, "No way!" This arm was my cat who wanted attention. Samantha took me inside a UFO and said, "Let's go!" Indeed, we flew off to parts unknown.

They all laughed when I said this severed arm is my cat, Marge. All at once. A sort of hive-mind-thing I guess? But Samantha, Marge and I are happy alone on Vorgon-6, even if Marge

refuses to exist. I keep telling her that abiding in a null state was childish but as we had not yet invented childhood yet, she called me abusive, and cut me off from the Root.

"No more beets for you," she said, swiping the plate of borscht away from me just as my spoon was poised above it. So I threw the container of sour cream at the back of her head.

With lightning-fast reflexes, she spun and caught the container with chopsticks, inches from her nose. "Oh, you're a sly one. No beets for a month." I groaned.