Uncertain of weather it was her insuicance

Uncertain of weather it was her insuicance or his temerity, Dan Betward could read the writing on the wall. He decided it was useless to continue playing the entertaining fool, and

and turned in his over sized jester hat. But he worked hard on attaining his joke-telling and game skills, what would he do now? "Lobster fisherman," he thought. "Perfect".

The dreamer was swallowed up by the over-sized jester hat. Its crimson, golden, and green, silky folds enveloped him, and all thoughts of lobster fishermen slid along with him to a

place beyond time, reason, and good taste. When he emerged from the darkness, the dreamer found himself in Atlantic City. Confused by the blinking lights and swarms of fools, he

asked a fat tourist hag what strange land he was in. "Atlantic city," she croaked, sipping on her 4 foot margarita. The dreamer slapped himself to awaken from the nightmare.

Oh. My. Gawd. What a horrible night. The dreamer stumbled to the bathroom & looked into the mirror. The fat tourist hag stared back at him, snaggle-toothed & gleeful. He SCREAMED

like so: "Aaaaiieee!" The fat tourist hag on the other side of the med cabinet mirror told him, "If you take the meds behind me, I'll disappear. I can't let that happen." She cast

The fat tourist stayed motionless for some time. Then finally he got up and followed her out of the room only to find she had now put a telekinesis spell on

that reached back deep in time to the moment he was conceived to puppet his every move. His free will was suspect! Gasping, he saw her look over her shoulder at him, smiling.