“He’s always that bad,” Jacinta sighed, shaking her head. “Just the usual – he kept going on and on and on about my alien weaknesses and I get it already, I get it, I’m not normal, I get it!’
Zaire pouted a bit, placing a hand on top of Jacinta’s head. “I’m sorry, squish — you should fight him, you know? Pow! Boom! Powww!” He punched the air with each word, trying for a smile.