Shankie's House of Guns & Spandex

By the time Wally joined the fight, fanged munchkins were amok in the zoo with machetes.

Oh, I love this image. You are a mistress of the surreal, you are.

Then he practiced smiling in the mirror, until he looked convincing.

*whimpers* Poor Wally! His cracking-up is written so deftly and believably, your heart just breaks for him...

Nobody knows geography like a speedster. He knew how to stay away from people.

Mm. That's a wonderful little line and very true.

The image of Wally hugging his stone and talking to it was wonderfully weird and touching together. Oh Wally...