Literature
The HMS Fuck Logic!: Flight of a Loon
"Oh no. No no no no no!" Loon snapped upon seeing the picture if what she was expected to wear. "I will not! Never, ever, fuckass! Where's my axe, where is it, you fucker?"
King took a step back as the short rage monster got to her feet, nearly falling over in the process but managing to catch her balance. Despite her small size, the way her long hair fell around her face and they way her mouth curved into a snarl was enough to frighten anyone into silence.
"My. Axe." She said quietly, taking a step toward King. This time, she held her ground. Loon was small, maybe that could be used to King's advantage; it probably wouldn't be too diffi