“He’s speaking nonsense. I fear he has no more use for my precious treasure,” Hux exclaims in my head. “Should I kill him?” For frick’s sake… “He’s broken,” Hux continues adamantly. Meanwhile, as if to prove my darker half’s point, Mason gets on his knees to serenade Violet who isn’t even present. I’m pretty sure he compares her butt to the “fleshiest moon that ever had babies.” His words, not mine. “I kill,” Hux declares resolutely.
