Way back around Alcheman #17 Ian made a mock-up magazine cover of “Paradopolis Life” with DBS and the Wooster twins out enjoying a night on the town. I started to write a little scene in response to this but unfortunately couldn’t figure out what to do next. Then I forgot I even started it. But now that it’s unfinished story week and nobody’s volunteering to finish my ‘Comes a MOR,ON” tale I thought I would see if I had better luck with this.
“This is it! The final straw! You have continually and purposefully made every effort to denigrate the good name of Wooster, and I have held my tongue, but this time you have gone too far!!”
Trudi Wooster gave her mother a curious look, “You’ve held what now?”
“Silence!!” Agnes waved a rolled up magazine in her children’s direction, “Or I shall crack your empty heads together like a set of peroxide cymbals.”
Trudi and her twin sister Jenni scooted back a bit on the sauna’s oaken bench, “Do you think we can take her?” Jenni whispered to her sibling.
“I doubt it,” Trudi muttered back, “I’ve heard hot flashes can give a woman inhuman strength.”
“Explain this!” Agnes demanded, unfurling the latest copy of Paradopolis Life.
Both girls immediately stood to get a better view of the magazine, “Ooh, it’s out!”
“Very nice,” Trudi evaluated.
“I don’t know,” her sister fretted, “Don’t you think I look a bit chunky around the calves?”
“Absolutely. You would have thought the editors would have airbrushed out your thigh cheese as well.”
“Well, they kept your “cold sore” in, dear,” Jenni retaliated.
“Shut up shut up shut up!” Agnes demanded of her brood, “Do you realize what this photograph could do to us? To the business?”
“Oh, I don’t think Jenni looks that heinous, mother. Sure in that light, it does appear she has a bit of an Adam’s apple, but people today are far more tolerant of transgenders.”
The matriarch of the Wooster clan fumed, “I. Am. More concerned. About. Your friend.”
“About Josh?” Jenni squinted at the picture, “He looks fine.”
“No cheese on those thighs,” Trudi smirked.
“Simpletons! You being seen socializing with this… person reflects badly on the family.”
The twins were stunned, “Why?” they demanded in unison.
“Because he’s black?”
“Because he’s a mutate?”
“Because he is a wanted criminal!” Agnes went back to brandishing the magazine as an angry member of the riot squad might his truncheon.
“Oh, that” Trudi waved off her mother’s concern, “That’s old news. Streaky’s a hero now. A member of the Lair Legion.”
“He helped Michael save Canada from nuclear annihilation,” Jenni noted with pride of her brother’s part in stopping the Efficienado.
“Oh, well, that changes everything,” Agnes rolled her eyes, “He saved Canada. Do you know what saving Canada has in common with the hockey strike? The only people who care about either one are Canadians!”
“That’s rather harsh, mother. I’m sure there are some Americans who care about the hockey strike.”
“The point is,
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