Moonspear tongues on the sockets of electric dreams.

Penn's sour mood kept him distracted from the fact that his paramour was on the approach. He didn't notice her until he was suddenly hearing her call, at which point he turned his head just in time to get slapped in the face with a dead duck.

"Aghhh why," Penn whined as he stumbled to the side a couple of steps from the force of the blow. He heard the duck land with a plop at his feet and opened his eyes to peer at it for a moment before looking at Fenn with awe and respect.

"Your aim is pretty on point sometimes for not being able to see," he commented, a small smile slipping across his face in spite of himself, "I'm starting to wonder if you've just been fucking with us this whole time."