Megabots Are Real
“I see him. I see him.” Broodan couldn’t hide the fear in his squeaky twelve-year-old voice.
“There’s no way he can see us hiding here in the ditch?”
“Is there something unclear about ‘sssshhhh’?
“I know ‘sshhh’. Do you know ‘Holy Crap!!!’ That’s the gianormous robot from my comic books you said I was wasting my time reading.”
“Unless you have something helpful to say, now’s not the time to be snarky.”
“Is it being too snarky to know that this comic book tells you how to kill that creepoid?”
I grabbed the book from his hand. “What page?”
Written for Friday Fictioneers.