SlimWhitman opened his eyes. Metal brackets

SlimWhitman opened his eyes. Metal brackets secured him to a bed with a giant skill saw running between his legs. FatWhitman smiled and said, "Well, well, well...how are you

planning on making that walking taco now, SlimWhitman?" SlimWhitman fumed. "You are a fool, FatWhitman, and you will pay for your transgressions against Mexican cuisine!"

GreenBanana did not want to get involved in the argument between SlimWhitman & FatWhitman over how to properly make a walking taco. It'd been years since he'd had a taco. Slim told

FatWhitman that he himself was a little chubby at one time in his life. Used to be called PudgeWhitman. "But the walking taco diet made me the svelte man I am today," SlimWhitman

said. FatWhitman, WhaleWhitman, Portly Whitman and twins Lardo and LardassWhitman listened raptly but were conflicted. They loved and hated SlimWhitman because he was so svelte

and were jealous of his folding story skillz. He got all the ladies with his dashingly elegant style, wit, and dedication to surpassing MoralEnd on the Leaderboard.

but what they didn't know, he was a hump backed homonculus, a modern day cyrano, who ghost folded for a number of prominant folders. All he really wanted was to be noticed by his

ghost cousins in Gary, Indiana, who really knew how to spook a town, flip eggs the wrong way and all those things that words can't do. But maybe G Manatee's ghost-writing was b

eginning to really freak people out. All these books were appearing and nobody wrote them. G Manatee was eager to keep the scares coming, and if they stopped reading, he'd disapp

point the book fairies. But this was not what this tale was about. In fact it had veered so far from its intended purpose of saving humanity that it could only end one way..