The Telecrystal summoned me on an errand of mercy this evening; a call for help from Aamedor, another member of my extended super-family. While cruising the streets of Bigburg looking for evil-doers to thwart, his Vanmobile broke down; stranding him and his troupe of crime fighters at Burger Clown. He suspects the Blue Whale may not have tightened the filtration system when changing its lubricant a few days ago. It was a tight fit, but I eventually got all five of them into Vlad The Impala and returned them to their Hall of Glory.
Goldenhair Sedai continues to suffer after effects from the Garlic Hurricane's mind numbing ray. I had hoped she would snap out of it once she published the first chapter of her new tale, but that has not been the case. As for my own epic tale, I published two chapters a couple of days ago in spurts of frantic activity, but some of the lingering effects appear to be bothering me as well. Chapter eight currently consists of one sentence: "Sherlock sat on the couch." I do not think my readers would be satisfied with that, I need to have a little more action.
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