Something that probably will make the final draft

Even when Oilcan was young, he always knew his tiny cousin would eventually find something large enough to express her soul. He'd assumed that it take the form of a sixty foot tall robot that she could ride around in, smashing cars underfoot like Godzilla. It was somewhat of a relief that she settled on a collection of heavily armed elves. She was better off with flesh and blood that loved her than a thousand tons of quasi-intelligent metal. Still, it was a little bit startling to open th...