Sir Kevin*Kevin scrambled to the release lever. He took a deep breath, his wings buzzing.*
Okay, Kevinator! Don't let me down! Do it for the lonely sun! Do it for the spicy ghosts! DO IT FOR LUNCH!
*He pulled the lever. The giant rubber band snapped with a sound like a thunderclap, and the spoon whipped forward with such force that the entire catapult tipped onto its front wheels.*
*WHOOSH.*