“It all makes sense now!” Woeisme exclaimed. “I wondered why the kids in the Rainydale comics I loved as a six-year-old (two whole weeks ago) never changed, and now I understand! They’re based on you, and you’re all sparklepires. Wow. I feel right at home!”
“Great,” grinned Artie. He ran a hand through his hair, which flopped back to either side like a freshly split baked potato. “We like it when people show up unexpectedly and declare that they feel right at home. D’you want to come to chemistry classes with us? They’re ripping good fun! And there’s a potato bake after school!”
“Actually,” Jakob said, “We just need to know–”
“Jaaaakob,” Woeisme interrupted. “I can fulfill my quest all by myself, thankyouverymuch!”
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