God is mean. It's like a nightmare.

If you're a man, you care about winning or losing.

Either way.

"You've never been able to fight each other before."

"Same here. Admit your strength."

Blistering left arm is trembling but with equilibrium.

It's a long fight. Uh, that'll be enough.

Am I short tempered? I wear a skirt.

Yeah, I'd like to ignore it and get away with it already.

If the companion is not a prince.

Is the world population growing or decreasing?

I'm seriously free of this thought.