I know what to do.
Blue aimed its shooter not @ the monster’s eye, not @ its nose, not @ its head, not @ its heart, but @ its 1 tooth hanging downward like a stalactite. After a few misses, Blue finally hit it, shattering it into pieces.
’Course, the monster was stunned in pain. But ’bove that, afterward, it stumbled round with its hands out.
Red looked @ Blue.
I remember this on that website, replied Blue.
It’s that tooth through which the monster sees the world. Without it, the monster is powerless.