“Well, this got exciting pretty quick,” Dax Dargon said to her robot partner, Highbeam. They were crouched behind a dumpster with shock blasts and sonic grenades exploding in the dead end alley around them. Every Ka-pow! scrambled Highbeam’s digital face. Each time it returned to normal, his frown was bigger.
“Never a dull moment with you, Dax,” the robot grumbled as a sonic grenade sailed overhead and crashed into the building behind them. Concrete sprayed into the air.
I let Random.org select a random page and it selected page 245.
But they never discovered which particular part of a lamb Mr Flash thought could be the most rapidly agitated. With a rousing battle cry of ‘Snee!’ the Combat Wombat launched itself into the air and attached itself firmly to Mr Flash’s moustache.