Shimmering Sands kill well and often

bijou crowed back at him with a mockery — he hadn't called her something stupid like bee-poo or whatever fast enough. leveling his tongue for another crack at dissing his sister, lionel stopped and glanced toward helicoptering knaven.
"look what i found," he hooted toward the wolverine, dancing through the waterlogged sand. "only delayed by a year or so." that's right, slow-ass.