Daily Archives: November 4, 2018

G.G.H./H.H.G.

“Those wacky Magenta people,” Ghost Gorilla Harambe grunted from across the bay. “Always fun to see what they’re up to next, eh King Fisher?”

“Se-VEN,” squawked the bird on the sign, meaning that he agrees.

“Ele-VEN,” he follows after a beat. Fisher King appears to agree even moreso today.

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“Safe Zone… Safe Hub,” G. G. Harambe’s always roommate, sometimes lover Hank “Halfwit” Graphite said to himself, with chosen nickname to disguise his amazing brilliance of mind. Like a diamond it is.

He was figuring out stuff again today. “128, 128,” he continues. “The portal must be (Hank turns and points) directly west of here.” He jumps back into his little red car and drives to the edge of Vilania.

“Shouldn’t be so obvious about it,” he grumbled while passing through.

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