And so the Great Fakie King continued to teach the Fakies their new skill-set:
One Fakie, however, was nonplussed.
And then it happened: Like telepathy, like flash forwarding, like 4G in the dial-up era, wordlessly, based solely on eye -contact, plans were hatched.
What happens to a Fakie created?
Does it dry up like a bather in the sun?
(like the Addams)–And then run?
Does it stink like wine and exotic cheese?
Or crust and sugar over–like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Sometimes, Fakies have to keep up their continuing education credits.
Fakies across all of Fakieville participate. Most Fakies really enjoy this sort of work:
Prior continued education skill-building days have ranged from Time traveling into awesome palaces to makeup application a lá the late great Tammy Faye Bakker.
And so it was that another skill-building session was selected.
To be continued…
Even though Realies don’t often see out know of Fakies, that doesn’t mean that Nature is excluded from knowing Fakie awesomeness.
Sometimes, it’s complicit.
Of course, hot sexy zombie girls don’t understand Fakie mores or sexuality, so they don’t really understand where Fakies’ honesty might actually be at play.
As such, feeling insulted and having only one real coping mechanism despite their keen intellectual acumen, the hot sexy zombie girls decided to attack the Fakies.
And so it was that they began to appear…
To a certain extent, Travis, Nigel, and Gareth knew that there were other evil imaginary beings in the world.
Still, some were entirely unknown to them:
And of course there are different levels of evil baddies:
But when the Fakies began considering all of the baddies one clear descriptive title was more than sufficient to get their attention:
To be continued…