The Suit Jester

He tapped his chin as he floated through space. Then he perked up. “Probably this! Or a good jazz on a kazoo and piano!”

Jevil’s eyes widened as the anon offered to boop him. “Of course! But be warned, wild animals have a tendency to bite!”

and somehow eat the dot

“I haven’t dreamed in ages!”

“Dreamed?”

He shrugged with a grin. “Maybe! But that’s what’s fun about it!” Jevil didn’t exactly know what a van was.

His body vibrated with the clash of the symbols. Then he started laughing heartily, taking the symbols and banging them even louder. “Indeed indeed, and it’s louder and better than ever!”

“Don’t know. I could try and make one!”

Jevil started bobbing his head side-to-side to the beat.

Plush stopped to think about that. Then he shrugged. “I never found isolation or tortures fun.” Then he held his hands up. “But causing chaos chaos is!”

“Are they fun crimes?”