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Two, four, six eight, bog in don’t wait

Beastarium initiated

࿀   ࿀ ⠀⃝
⠀⃝ ࿀ ⠀⃝ ࿀
࿀ ⠀⃝ ࿀ ࿀ ⠀⃝ ࿀ ࿀ ⠀⃝ ࿀
࿀ ⠀⃝ ࿀   ⠀⃝  ࿀  ⠀⃝ ࿀
࿀ ⠀⃝ ࿀   ⠀⃝
࿀  ⠀⃝ ࿀
⠀⃝ ࿀   ⠀⃝
⠀⃝   ࿀ ࿀
Oxygen starved

⠀⃝ ࿀ ⠀⃝ ࿀
࿀ ⠀⃝ ࿀   ⠀⃝
࿀  ⠀⃝ ࿀
⠀⃝ ࿀
࿀ ⠀⃝ ࿀
⠀⃝  ࿀
⠀⃝ ࿀

Even heroes need saving, ever think of that? Maurice has been initiated into the Kapoot beastarium: the zoo of the unknown (and extinct).

Slurp and plasma

Small things become large things
Small things appear so  unimportant.
Chill! They say. Chill out, man!
Details, mere details.
But small things tend to grow into big things, and more things!
“Gobble, gobble, gobble!” as Murray used to say.
The Consumer is the new superpower! All hail The Consumer! Awesome, in a vicious, psycho-kind of way!
She slurps energy at a quantum scale – sucks the strong force and gluons and quarks that hold us all together!
She’s one warped individual. To … to … crush anyone who gets up your n-n-nose! To drink from the cup life!
Disgusting.
Slurping plasma, her own saliva, returning us to the darkness that existed before the Big Bang. And the HELP ain’t much to look at, especially with her nose in the dirt. The time had come to see what she is really made of.