“What the—” she whispered.
Lena dodged a flying LEGO brick (not technically a toy, but the game seemed to have expanded its definition). She grabbed her phone. The screen was now the game’s main battleground, showing her avatar—a pixel version of her teenage self—surrounded by toy soldiers. toy attack in facebook
And somewhere, deep in Facebook’s servers, a rubber chicken counted down to zero. “What the—” she whispered