It’s not been a very snowy winter so far…until this week. 2 storms dumped about 75 cm in 4 days? My 3 teenage sons have a WEAK shovel game. I am failing as a Canadian parent.

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Nerd stumbled into the party at that point, breathing hard and clutching his side. “I’m here! I made it! I-“ Then he noticed Tanked riding around on Lola, no, Lula’s back. And Sara trying to smother Lech with the picnic blanket. And Steven with her head in the cooler, crunching a beer can between her jaws. He doubled over with a groan and wheezed about cramps.

“Nice babysitting Dipdork!” Sara gestured at Tanked who was tossed from lioness to lioness, and squeed with glee.

But Prozac kissed Cara on the head and ran, ignoring everyone else. He had one dose of that herb left and he drank it down fast. Crack and Evil were in trouble. Crack had the expertise in the mind scape, but not the killer instinct to use it effectively if Lionel were to put up a fight. Evil could usually hold his own, but sucked at the inner will and focus needed in that place. He marvelled at the way this plan so badly turned on them. The ones he was worried about were fine, while the two he thought would be the safest were in far more danger than any of them could contemplate.

What would happen to their bodies if Lionel killed them in their dreams??