[[ And this is how I devolve into utter madness at 1am: imagining a chorus of Ronans standing around operatically singing about how they are all accused and justice and smashing things with hammers.
"Blue: the blood of angry Kree. Black: the dark of deepest space. Blue: the skin of our people. Black: the gunk we put on our face(s)!"
Stop me now before I start maiming Phantom of the Opera next. ]]










