...oh, that's what's going on with him, huh. Priss had started to assume he just liked shouting out nonsense words.

That's not even close to strange for her, considering some of the ninjas she's worked with.

Coiling her legs underneath her, Priss jumps, catching air like an up-and-coming college basketball star, extending the metaphor with a truly wicked slam dunk into the triffid's gaping, leafy maw.

The slam-dunk used her spear, just to clarify. She doesn't have the power to summon basketballs.