Dunno. Could just be that I'm starvin'. Still, an hour? Shoot, that's a pain to jog but I'll do it anyway.

[None of their meet cutes were cute. Blinking, he half-turned to Sister Imperator and lifted a brow--minding her newspaper curiously.

Deliberately, he shot a tree root at just the riiight angle to spin it through the air and bean another goblin to send it teetering into her barrier. It exploded like the rest.]

Hey, they still post the funny pages in those rags? I thought I heard something a year back about some comics getting cut because the author was a weirdo.