“Yes, Premier Prefix,” Semi- chimed in. “When do we assume our rightful place? When do we triumph?”
“Patience, my prefixes,” their Premier assuaged. “The first step was to be rid of that blocky Mark. We never needed him, and now he is gone.”
“Speak for yourself,” said the prefix Semi-. “I am not strong enough to hold on to root words without Hyphen. In exceptional cases maybe but—”
“I am learning to do without him,” Non- said. “I am willing to give this plan more time.”
“Un- and I have no use for him. Neither do Trans-, Tri- and a bunch of us,” said Dis-. “That is why we dissed him.” He chuckled under his breath.
“I’m with them,” Contra- added. Everything about her appeared innocent—everything but her tone and, of course, her meaning. “And I’m against everything you’re against, Premier,” she snarled.
