By a Thread

by Lucy Score

“We’re fresh out of the blood of children, Satan. How about something that matches your personality?”

“Shouldn’t someone your age have a real job by now, Maleficent? Because obviously you’re not good at this one.”

“Hey, Mal, why don’t you try sexually harassing men on your own time?” Ally piped up, leaning over her wall. “Some of us are trying to eat here, and your praying mantis routine is nauseating.”