Humans waste words. They toss them like banana peels and leave them to rot. Everyone knows the peels are the best part.

I was born in a place humans call central Africa, in a dense rain forest so beautiful, no crayons could ever do it justice.

Battles that involve oatmeal are just never going to end up being historic, you know?" Jake went on. "Gettysburg? No major oatmeal involvement. The Battle of Midway? Neither side used oatmeal. Desert Storm? No oatmeal.

Humans. Violent but peace-loving. Passionate but cerebral. Humane but cruel. Impulsive but calculating. Generous but selfish. And yet, somehow I knew that they represented the best hope of the galaxy.

But hunger, like food, comes in many shapes and colors.

Anger only gets in the way.

Death's gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace. I really hate clowns.