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!
