“Why did you all call me here wolves?” said Mr. Everybody while his faced morphed from President Lincoln to Fred Flintstone and then to a Young teenage boy equipped with a baseball cap and baseball glove with a shiny white ball, wearing a white t-shirt that said, “f**k you…pay me.” On the back in black letters. Each of the wolves growled behind Lord Morpheus.
“Master...wasn’t it you that said something about realities crashing.” Asked Lord Morpheus as he grunted and growled breathing heavily. It appeared he wanted to use the M for meal rather than master, frankly the wolf was aggressive and menacing. Mr. Everybody kept his stare as he pitched the ball to himself.
“Silence wolf…the air has ears, everyone is listening.” Responded Mr. Everybody as he placed his black and gray baseball glove
