Jack Stabbed Down & Broke Its Crown

"Aliens are real!" shouted Jill. "No they aren't!" shouted Jack. "I'll prove it to you!" said Jill as they neared the top of Bunker Hill. "There's nothing but a nuclear bunker here!" said Jack. "No see, look!" said Jill. "No way!" said Jack. "Who are you!?" shouted a gray alien.

'I'll rip you apart if you move a limb.' This threat caused Jack and Jill to sweat and shake violently, and their downward descent to the ground looked like it would be brief. 'Ack!' screamed Jill, 'We mustn't go groundward--that distant reef signals it'll send us dead!! Grip!!!'

Jack looked into Jill’s eyes for a split second that lasted forever..with a look that said “I’m going to do something really stupid and heroic or die trying.” Her eyes went wide. Siezed by a sudden burst of courage and strength, he held out his jackknife towards the dark figure.

It merely regarded him, cocking its gelatinous crown to one side. Jack bellowed hysterically as he stumbled towards it, his outreached blade gleaming wildly in the weird light. It shifted calmly in place, but did not flinch. After all, what had it to fear?

Jack swung his blade through the flame of a candle, making it red hot. The crowned being trembled before the glowing knife. "No," it burbled as the blade went snicker-snack through its gelatinous crown. The headgear flopped to the floor in melting pieces. "No kings," hissed Jack.