Barry rubbed the busted end of his trusty Mead, a rubber model, very deadly in combat, very broken. Curse Doug's Faber Castell American! Doug, so lacking in every ambition, was cold and calculating in the pencil ring.
  Soon Barry forgot the skirmish, transfixed by the whirling machinations of this paper device, mesmerized by the diamond-mouthed oracle. Older Barry strained to hear Molly's request.