Good deal: justice for you, mercy for me.
The soul is no longer honored as it once was, but it still keeps appetite from being the measure of all things.
The popping of bubblegum discourages the most determined lecher.
Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.
Self-realization sounds good. But what if only an enraged dwarf emerges?
After my spectacular failures, I could not be satisfied with an ordinary success.