It’s a solemn Monday Remembrance Day here. Thoughts and gratitude to all who serve, have served, have given in service. The world feels darker again these days so I hope everyone can step back, have a thoughtful week, and find some peace. Going to go hug my annoying teenagers.

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Lionel lifted one lip in a sneer, revealing shiny white violence ready to snap. Crack blinked a plastic bag into existence, dropped it over Evil’s head, and made an elaborate show of tying the handles tight under his chin. Evil jerked in shock and Crack tried to bow, as much as he could while wrapped tightly in prehensile tail. “Obviously that last one is anatomically impossible and Evil meant nothing by it, just blowing off steam I imagine. He is pretty full of it.”  He’d let Lionel decide for himself what the “it” consisted of.

Lionel glared at him, and the tail tightened just a bit.

Crack surpressed some panicky giggling and tried to change the subject. “So…how do you know about this Mindscape? You’ve obviously been here before?”

Lionel didn’t take the bait. 

Evil gasped as his horns punched through the top of the bag. He scrunched his face up in concentration and one of his arms managed to migrate from his shoulder, out of the water and up to the side of his head. Crack noticed it was the right one, and wondered what his left arm looked like now. His newly repositioned hand managed to pull the bag away from his mouth, then turned and gave Crack the finger.

Lionel’s deep voice seemed to echo all around in the mist, almost as if there were more Lionels lurking out there, speaking in unison and slowly closing in. Crack shivered. That could very well be the case.

“Normally I would enjoy playing with my food, but today I’m not in the mood.”

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