Captain Trall sat in the sandbox, each eyestalk focused on a
child.
“You -all- have guns?”
The children nodded eagerly. “We’re gonna battle soon. It’ll
be great!”
The stalks recoiled anxiously. “What do your guns fire?”
“Mine squirts water!”
“Mine shoots bubbles!”
“Mine has lights and goes pew pew!”
“And if you’re shot, what happens?”
“We drop down, and we’re dead for a couple of seconds, then
we get up and play some more. What does your gun shoot?”
He looked down at his flechette pistol and thought
carefully.
“Ah..Nothing.”
“Can you say pew pew?”
“I think so.”
“Let’s play!”
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