He flexes his fingers, and several clods of dirt rise from the ground, fusing under incredible heat and pressure into the vague shape of a three-inch-high pony.
Which he chucks at Sam's head.
These two really aren't going to be winning any maturity contests, are they.
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He flexes his fingers, and several clods of dirt rise from the ground, fusing under incredible heat and pressure into the vague shape of a three-inch-high pony.
Which he chucks at Sam's head.
These two really aren't going to be winning any maturity contests, are they.