Ruh-roh. Oh Caliban, you verdant turnspit (a turnspit was a breed of dog who ran on a large hamster wheel to, well, turn a spit). You are in for it now, uh-huh.
And what of poor Edison? Trapped in a world of vampires and jealous werewolves with her boyfriend’s vampire ex-girlfriend! And now the stupid discombobulationotron is busted!
Well, at least we know that Victoria’s a real vampire, so there is that. Small comfort.
Coming next week-the gang springs into action! Well, some of them do. Some of them… ah, stick around. You’ll see.
And we’ll never get to see how fabulous St. Massey’s is! Way to go, Caliban!
I hear that it’s the actual Eighth Wonder of the World. 🙂
Naw, that’s the Repelatron Highway. It’s truly the Colossus of roads.
Well, maybe many years down the line (which would be a month or two in G,K time) we’ll see that beautiful edifice. Perhaps someone who is familiar with large houses of worship could help out, hint, hint.
Can I say “called it?” Oh, my – I have a bad feeling about this. And that’s no moon.
Too true, Tru. I guess I’m getting predictable in my old age.
Though there might be a surprise or two left lying around…