Bring It On, Pinecone Face!

As He Fell Toward The Highway, A Horrible Scenario Flashed Through His Mind: His Body Smashing Against An Suv's Windshield, Some Annoyed Commuter Trying To Push Him Off With The Wipers. "stupid 16-year-old Kid Falling From The Sky! I'm Late!

I Guessed His Name Was Face Of Horror. I Wondered How Long It Had Taken His Mom To Think Of That. Bob? No. Sam? No. How About Face Of Horror?

Now I'd Like To Tell U I Did Something Heroic Like Stand Up Against A Raging Team Of Fire-breathing Horses With Only My Sword The Truth Is I Ran.

Rowww!” Bast Wailed. The Wrecking Ball Rolled Straight Over Her, But She Didn’t Appear Hurt. She Leaped Off And Pounced Aain. Her Knives Sliced Through The Metal Like Wet Clay. Within Seconds, The Wrecking Ball Was Reduced To A Mound Of Scraps. Bast Sheathed Her Blades. “safe Now.” “you Saved Us From A Metal Ball,” Sadie Said. “you Never Know,” Bast Said. “it Could’ve Been Hostile.

Happy The Dragon Was Not So Happy.