Welcome to the new normal, followers, failures and philanderers (who I love just the way you are). Horses in the pool, unspoken alienation and allegiance, patricide, matricide, and everything in between. It sure is a lot to keep track of, yeah? It’s time to blow this popsicle stand, so bring Maris a machine gun, and turn Warble loose, because they’re all out of bubblegum, and eat pieces of crap like these for breakfast!
Things get hot while taking respite from the desert sun as Maris and Warble see the future from the past, and meet a miracle...
Episode 2 - We Only Come Out at Night Maris and Warble wake up satisfied, and hit the ground wobbling like newborn foal. Kai...
I spy with my sandy eye an outpost in the distance that proves to have some internal troubles of its own. Maris and Warble...