Lame Wolf Studio

The weight of it. The shake of it. Pushing my thumb into the perforated semi-circle. And cracking open the side of the box. How many bags? Seven! Where are those mini-figs? Bag One clatters into the tray. Clack, rumble, rumble. A helmet, legs, torso…a blaster! Open Book One. Here I go. Please don’t speak to…