She'll take them to bed with her, and she'll give them stuff to make them feel like lords of creation, and they'll play round games. Then one day they'll wake up in shackles in her playroom.

[…] and should doubtless do our best, through horrid yells and tintinnabulations, towards getting up a tremendous counter-irritation upon the earth that should tell mightily on the nerves of this umbratilous tiger in the heavens.

Coordinate term: WTI

Then Ray started toward Shane, swinging the metal stick in a lose arc in front of him. Yeah? Who's gonna stop me, dickwad? Come on, let's stay frosty here, Ray. Let's . . . let's —