Thread:HawkDragon1763/@comment-33896974-20190801184737/@comment-33896974-20190804191448

"Life god, what are you talking about kid!?" Flint asked, angrily.

Galaxian, the life god? Myra asked, ''A time ago a minstrel came to our city and told of your great feats. Are you truly Galaxian.''

"That minstrel was drunk," Flint said, "A kid can't be a god. Especially not at that age."

That minstrel, Myra replied, Was 16, none of the nearby taberns would have served him.

They continued to argue.