#fuck it i give trek verses to everybody on this here blog

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@beneviolencia 

steady goes. easy does it. from his vantage point, leaned back in his seat in the same way miss carpenter told him in third grade would cause him to bust his head open and need stitches, he’s got the ideal straight-shot to the back of many-a head. 

bow! right to the fold where the neck becomes the head goes his latest projectile: hornets, just like he’d once made out of paper and spit. nine years old had been the heyday for those, too.

when his target turns, irritation and bewilderment furrowing his brow, murdock’s fingers wiggle-waggle innocently. “ what’s on your mind, jacky-boy? “