"Take that strordianire! And be thankful that I haven't the time to put you down as you deserve to be put down."
"Never mind him Streede, we have to save the glove. There will be time enough for him the next time."
Streede looked at Bob, who was suddenly not on his kill list and nodded as they rushed off to fix it before it blew up.
As for Tykyn himself
Who wanted sure to be
That they would not die
In their foolish pursuit
He was too weak
To rush him headlong
Into maybe death
For them but then
So sadly yes
He took his leave
And flied him off
To rest and recuperate
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