Happy Monday! And Canada Election Day, so kind of on the edge of my seat today… hopefully this rather ominous page doesn’t set the tone.

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Prozac stared at him in horror. Then he turned and backhanded a flying brownie, knocking it back towards the cones. It smashed through the waffle skin, leaving a sizeable hole that leaked strawberry at Lionel’s feet. The lion conjured a giant hot dog raft and leapt aboard, snarling at Prozac. The brownies suddenly melted into the water. The cones wavered, melting quickly into mush. The slurry of cone, ice cream, and brownie flowed up into a wall behind the lion on his bun boat and Evil let out a quick breath of relief. Maybe Lionel was finally running out of steam? Then the realm started to rumble.

Prozac stumbled, caught by a wave. Evil lunged for the bucket but it fell over, spilling Crack back out into the misty waters.

Red eyes glowed from the dark behind the lion, eyes the size of sewer covers. Two giant stuffed pandas rose from the gloom, water streaming from their bulging forms and spraying over the wall. Roughly the size of a four story building, they towered over the mists, over the wall. Frozen sentinels, they looked just like the insipid toys in the gift shop celebrating stupid Vanity. Except fangs. And claws. And the dumb glowing hell holes for eyes.