The Boy was on the computer yesterday, playing God-Knows-What, and this is what I heard:
"Zebra balloons are immune to bombs and ice balls?
Hmm..
Looks like we're going to need more road spikes."
Say what? It was so casual, as if he were looking in the refrigerator. "Hmm. Looks like we're going to need more milk." But not exactly.
"Hmm. Looks like we're going to need more road spikes."
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