The art of not reading minds

 

Mental Health

"Your hour has come, Prognax," shouted Hrilthor.  

"Not so," replied the other, hefting an obscenely large sword and throwing his shield to the ground. "But yours has."

Without further argument, they decided to test their hypotheses. Their battle was fierce, and the air was rent with their cries.

Then the librarian came over and told me that if I was going to be loud with my action figures, I was going to have to leave.