“Do you wish to die, Avedon Lincoln? I will kill you if you do not comply. You may trust my words.”
I raised the gun and aimed it right at his ugly head.
“Listen, Kermit, you get your smelly reptile ass out of here.”
“That primitive weapon will have no effect on me, human.”
I wanted to call his bluff. I wanted to blow his head off.
Artist conception by Steven Cromer