Queen Centaury of the Sonoran

There's some sort of children's war going on outside my house.  And I want in.

I'll pretend I'm a desert warlord riding in on a camel carrying an Uzi in each arm.  After I shoot 'em down I'll yell, "I DARE ya to follow me into this dust bowl! HA!"

Hopefully someone's mom will invite me in for dinner, cause lord knows I can't take care of myself.