If you really want to hear about it, the

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I have corn, and what my lousy child was like.

Lester's hand shot up. He blurted, "In your backyard. And spoiled, right?" The interview wasn't going quite as expected. His history teacher wasn't going to be very impressed by

attempts of the Hanover Dynasty attempting to rewrite history to cover their reemergence on the World's State with the election of their Manchurian candidate, Dunald Trump.

Trump was at least friendlier than Shark Lady and her husband. Both had fangs that showed any time the alternative media dared criticise her. The fangs were not the real thing. The

It turned out that Shark Lady's husband was none other than Left Shark. So it was not surprising that she hated their scathing diatribes about her false fangs, and his sloppy foot-

nullifications at the war hospital. Left Shark developed a fear from his job there. A fear of lost limbs. Especially his teeth. Shark Lady clucked her tongue at her husband and

tried to quietly explain to him not to worry, that shark teeth grow back. But Left Shark disregarded Shark Lady's remark and barged into the war hospital's Harmed Feelings ward.

Snidely WhipShark, his dorsal fin twirling an El Bandito mustache, approached Left Shark, “Are you here for the gill-lift?” Left Shark opened his jaw and exposed his missing teeth.

“Very impressive.” Snidely Whipshark performed the gill-lift upon Left Shark. It was a botched operation. Left Shark left the shell-urgeon not the same man as he was before. He was

shellfishly crying in the bouys room. He realized he was no longer the crustaceans he once was. He had been cracked