“You need perfection. You reach perfection. You pass perfection on the other side. Of course Wheeler Wilson was going to defeat (and assimilate) the new Tina Turner.”
“Tina Louise I believe,” said the fainter voice from the side, another Observer. “Like Mary Ann except beautifuller.”
“All-American still?” the first questioned the second. “Ρùℜ℘Îē?”
“That’s the key,” said the second.
“Heart of the matter,” reworded the first.
Resurrected Arthur Kill had finished retrieving the “Spider” from Tennessee but he was around for good thanks to the mop, with its silliness reinforcing its power. So they — Wheeler and he — decided to form a band, creating an alternate reality where “America the Beautiful” replaced the “Star Spangled Banner” as our country’s great national anthem. First gig: Towerboro or thereabouts, playing to an audience half blue half red. Now to split the two right down the middle, form a third. Wheeler kept wearing purple.
Wheeler kept wearing purple.
Wheeler kept wearing purple.
It worked. St. Francis Scott, the key, was hatched at the beginning of the 5th.
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