
It is a hundred years into the future. Humanity's last hope rests on a girl. No, the Girl.

More than a rebellious phase.

Reina of terror.

A promising premise buried in a soulless live service.

Shake, rattle, and roll.

Twin Pincers: Crab Walk With Me

Sir, make sure you keep your children away from the tall False Rose Bush, or else it'll eat them.

I only figured out that "fetch" is short for the Victorian England descriptor "fetching" two days ago. I am very intelligent.