Yeah.
*looks up pondering possible scenarios. character names such as Charles Archer and Jefferson Sparks pop briefly into focus as the two of them gaze into a field of broken spirits fighting among themselves. as each one falls, they disappear and are never seen again. Archer and Sparks stand feeling fear and sadness as each drop a tear and warm liquid craws down their pants* hmm... *raises hand and gives a grin that could only be found on a child who just found the answer to life, the universe, and everything* 42, may I have the privilege of making a squeal?
PS: If the thought process is incorrect please forgive me. My mind tends to do random spirits of creativity that are more random than, well, that flying twinky that always follows me around.
Yeah.