




Finis!





Finis!
Sometimes, Travis tries replacing a member of famous Fakie duos.

His results are not often successful.
Hobbes was not a successful attempt either.
Finis!
Sometimes, Fakies just don’t fully understand what Realies are doing. After seeing Kobayashi eat an insane number of hot dogs, Travis tends to think of Realie actions in terms of endurance competitions.

This sometimes leads to accurate misconceptions of what is actually occurring socially with Realies:

Of course, He isn’t entirely wrong either…
Finis!

Gareth tried for some time to get the object of his affection to pay attention to him but inevitably understood something:

Gareth believed his love was communicating with him through dance:

And so they danced until nighttime.
And gentlemen never tell.
Finis!
Fakies sometimes have a hard time with signs. It took Ferdinand de Saussure a lifetime to figure out his theory, but Fakies never really went to any of his parties.
Distinguishing the ‘signified’ from the ‘signifier’ and what is ‘Realie real’ versus what is ‘Fakie real’ is confusing when one is an imaginary friend.
So it was that Gareth feel in love:


Of course, some objects in Realie reality occupy a very odd and anthropomorphic position in the world. Whatever the case, Gareth heads fallen head over heels for the object of his affections:
And so the Great Fakie King continued to teach the Fakies their new skill-set:

One Fakie, however, was nonplussed.

Travis noticed.


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.

The Great Fakie King decreed:

And so most of the Fakies learned:
“Bil Ly Fucking Jo el“
And then there was Travis… Travis, who doesn’t understand why conformity is so readily accepted:
Those bands are so fucking great!
Still, the rest of the Fakies were ecstatic!

Until there were two rebels to recon with…
-To be continued!
This is Vicky. She is quite possibly one of the coolest and most crazy-awesome Fakies ever.
True story:
Vicky used to be much thicker.
She felt sad because of it, despite being super awesome.
So she went to one of the best doctors in the entire history of all of reality. reality!
Because of her Fakie insurance, it cost her a lot of kitten bartering:
His procedure was quick and impressive:


Steeped on nothing but rock and roll, tattoos, alcohol, and burlesque dancer friends, Vicky who possessed inherent dominance became known throughout all of Fakieville.

Some Fakies feared her changes, but very few understood what an awesome incredible genuine Fakie that she actually was an continues to be. She and Travis’s became instant friends.
Finis!
What happens to a Fakie created?

Does it dry up like a bather in the sun?
Or Fester
(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?
Finis!
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…