Ok, this happened -- AGAIN. Da-da sacrificed yet another bizarro, possessed veggie fresh from the Field of Screams at Monsanto, and somehow unleashed a string of (hopefully unrelated) bizarro events.
His boys ingested a (very small) portion of said pepper and got all wacky and giggly and genetically predisposed toward wacky and giggly behavior. (It was the pepper, Maurice.) And as they melded their illusory selves with the FrankenVeggie in gastric attendance, we were suddenly invaded by orbs, TWICE...
...along with these weird, floaty lines of errant, shaky illustration. Then...
...a furry orange BLANCMANGE teleplasmed in from an adjacent tachyon reality:
Da-da isn't sure what all this heralds, but whatever it is, he's sure it'll be entertaining.
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