— I AM MADE OF TIRES!
— i like lighting fires.
— I’M WHITE BECAUSE I’M CARBON-DEFICIENT!
— my lieutenant is a fairy and she’s very efficient.
— I AM TALL AND YOU ARE TINY!
— i still have all my baby teeth, small and sharp and shiny.
— MY TRUE NAME IS BIBENDUM!
— i don’t start scraps, i end ’em.
as always: first the flyting, then the fighting. oh, what mortal mess these monsters made! feathers, leaves, and rubber-burns all over Gladiator’s Glade. and when the pixie-dust had settled, you can bet the French were nettled to see that Lily’s lover had prevailed. she crutched for her half-broken, half-bird half-boyfriend, mentallying a replay-by-play to recite tonight when his remembrance paled.