They continued to poke around Adgatetown, Madame Silver’s mouth agape all the time. “How can anyone *live* like this?” she asked as they paused in the middle of a residential neighborhood. “In these simple, monochromatic, um, *houses* dare I call them?”
“I don’t think anyone really *does* live here, at least any more. Except Mr. Jaspers and Miss Halsey and maybe a couple of others.”
“Destined to get together, you have reassured me,” Madame Silver spoke of the pair.
“Yes.” Pretty sure, Axis then thought to himself, still worrying slightly about the match that has to be.
“Reeling Lisa the Vegetarian back, back, back to Fisher’s Island and namesake Orange Boy. Like a fish — get it?”
“I get it.”
“Back to the beginning again.”
“Right.”
“I’ve almost seen enough of this Adgatetown, but let’s examine the juicebar. That could be a potential problem area. Resonance with (Wallytown’s) Bar Lemon; possibility of one cancelling out the energy of the other.”
“We’ve made sure,” spoke Axis, “that limeaid has been properly substituted for lemonade in key moments. Like yesterday morning.”
“Good, good.” Madame Silver seemed pretty satisfied with this explanation. “But I still want to take a look.”
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“Yes, the limeaid is quite quenching,” cooed the glittery dame to her partner in crime. “It’s getting dark, though; don’t want to run into Lisa here.”
“No worries,” soothed Axis once more. “She’s in an alternate timeline and would only get a quite distorted version of ourselves at best. Maybe, say, a sparrow and a crow eating cracker crumbs off a glass table.”
“Nice.”
“Thank you.”
“You make a good evil dude.”
“Thanks again, madam.”
“One day you will be my black knight in armor.”
“We’ll make it so.”
“A black king, even. And I: the *silver* queen.” They clink cups to that.
Sunklands 