The first rule of magic is that for every

The first rule of magic is that for every power there has to be an equivalent amount of energy. For a fire ball, it requires at least seven sacrifices. Mice are convenient to carry

but can grate on you when they tell cheesy jokes. One such rodent, Squeaky Feldmaus, was once captured and carried to the witches' cauldron, but as luck would have it,

dyed the most amazing sea green, began to scream. "LET ME CATCH IT YOU BUMBLING WITCH!" Suddenly his tail grew to an enormous size and he caught it in his tail lasso almost

but not quite before she saw it. She was aghast and then there was recognition of who this meant I was and what was her duty to the school, or her parents, his parents, the future.

And that was the theme of my graduation party as envisioned in a mural painted along the fourth floor hallway. Shiftless shapes and watchers in the dark; flagrant crimes committed

depicted in flagrante delicto in fuller dying colors, red and carnate mostly. "The 4th wall that breaks the 4th wall," my paleontologist's girlfriend, Isme, called it. Behind you!

Don't look now, but it appears to be some sort of huge bone, and it seems to be happy to see you. Let's just walk calmly and slowly away from it. I think if we climb into this

lubricated latex sheath, it might send an unsuitable message. Slowly and calmly walk away, and don’t look at the bone. Don’t get a rise out of it, even though it’s happy to see you

. Yeah. Well, FS has pretty much devolved into some drunken brainstem slutfest among a small number of hamster addicts from boring playgrounds, so good-bye. Not your fault, Jim.