Lusamine slumped back in her chair and rubbed her temples. President Armstrong’s STOMP STOMP STOMPing rattled the Barque. It almost felt like a massage chair, in a way.

“Damn it all!” said Armstrong as he kicked Lusamine’s door open. It flew off its hinges and crashed into the little tomato bush she had. Tomato guts splatted on her face. She blinked.

- Ragnarust Round 4