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Illustration for Ch 3 of my gift fic, Heavenly Bodies ⁂ (3/4)

john's just out there feeling up javier escuella

Still in pursuit, we followed the ball toward a small lake in Motor World that had been earmarked for a fleet of tiny bumper boats for children. The area wasn’t open yet, but the empty boats were being tested and floated on the surface. The ball soared over the grass and smashed into several of them, scattering the others with rippling waves from the impact, which launched some of the boats several feet in the air.

Charlie and Ken waded into the water looking for the hatch. After some difficulty, they got it open. Charlie pulled Frank out by grabbing him under his armpits like a baby. Frank crawled up the bank, coughing and sputtering. He splayed across the grass as we all stared at the ball, which bobbed in the water like it was attached to a fishing lure.

We did not ask for the inspector’s report, nor did we ever hear of one being filed. Ken Bailey returned to Canada. The snow-makers cleared away the PVC. Told to dispose of the Bailey Ball, they rolled it into the woods, where it remained for many years."

The Need to Stay

"You're a true friend and hero" boring. flat. no pizazz. no style. no personality.

Where's my barehanded ball-crusher Hans. Don't give me that "work those muscles" crap and tell me it's sooooo Hans. The OG Hans would say some bizarre unsayable shit like "Henry! I'm so happy right now that if you were a putrid little dough boy I would with my OWN TWO HANDS pound you into a ball and roll you in the dirt and eat you!!!!"

Hello? "My guardian angel?" Pisssss! No guts!!!!! Bring back the Hans Capon who would do Muppet Joker numbers on tumblr. "My loooord the cobbler's niece emptied his pisspot in my backyard!"

Oh they're hungry hungry