Back to Monday updates! The last CLASH book is due Aug 15th and that should be fine. If I don’t die in the heat. My God.

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They heard the wall break, and the heavy tread of ponderous panda paws sloshing closer through the dim mists. Lionel shrieked something about their end coming to smoosh them, blah, blah, pancakes of organ meat. 

Prozac grimaced. “This is all so, so…CHILDISH! Toys and junk food, and the DAMN ZOO TROLLEY!” 

Evil’s ears twitched. “The lions are kind of isolationist, right? They don’t get out much, or at all. Their exhibit is nearest the restaurant—“

Prozac snorted with derision, even as he snapped his fingers, “And the gift shop!” Then his head dropped in his paw. “Though knowing the source of his inspiration doesn’t help us stop him. What would he actually be afraid of?”

Evil grinned. “This may be his playground, but we know his waking life is fairly…managed, would you say?”

Prozac looked up with a smile. Then he glared around at the water swirling near their feet. There was a distinct green tinge to the swells. “CRACK!” His roar made Evil jump, not expecting the vehemence. He accidentally stepped on his necrotic arm and tripped a little, trying to avoid it. Prozac ignored his antics, and continued yelling at the ground. “Enough of this! Pull your damn self together and stop wallowing, we need your help! Evil is practically useless!” Evil frowned.