It was 11 and it was late. Sam sat there on his couch with the killer transport in his hand. He had packed his bag with everything he needed, including waffles.
Sam stared at the glittering small stone on top of the killer transport. Sam just wished he had someone to guide him how to use this thing.
Sam decided that it was about time he learnt it.
He got up from his couch with the killer transport in his hands and went into his bedroom and aimed the tip at his pillow. There was no button whatsoever in on it. He just aimed it and said,"fire"