The Autumnus Betrayal

Saturdaily greetings, mortals! We have recovered from the RANK BETRAYAL of last night’s show. If ye missed Mr. Autumnus (real name BILL FURR) kidnapping us to the Rychegeard Comedy Festival—if ye missed our inability to perform sell-out-style—if ye missed a recruiting ad for ICE—catch the replay instanter!

As ye all witnessed, we obliterated the Billien threat last night! HUZZAH! All the moneymorphs, gathered together, for the least-ethical comedy festival since SkankFest, & we WIPED THEM OUT from orbit. HUZZAH FOR THE HOMUNCULOMONGUS!

Thankfully, no moneymorphs survived, at all, & certainly none of them stowed away on our Homunculomongus, ready to deliver a nasty surprise next week. I think we can safely consider our redemption quest COMPLETED. HUZZAH!

Speaking of the Homunculomongus—we must remember to THANK MISTER NEELIX, who for months, has labored hard & long to bring the Homunculomongus from Earth’s orbit, here to the plane of the Shattered Empire. Without his endeavors, we may have been eaten alive at the festival!

For those who are unaware—Mister Neelix, most famous from his future service aboard the USS Voyager, is currently chef & caretaker of our massive necro-mech, the Homunculomongus. Many deride his cheeriness, his culinary skills, his lack of violence—but these are all qualities we admire in Mister Neelix! He is most Hobbit-like—down to his enormous, hairy feet! Why do people deride this most mellow & merry man? I shall ne’er understand—except perhaps, their black hearts force them to reject joy & mirth in all its forms?

Next week, we shall show ye of Neelix’s quest. “Who asked for more Mister Neelix, on this wizard talk show?,” I hear ye ask. EVERYONE DID!

HUZZAH, MISTER NEELIX!

Thank ye for reading, mortals! & thank ye overmuch to the growing clade of generous beings who can & do support our works here with coin!

Over 70 people watched along live last night—a stunning number! We are blessed to have such a charming & growing audience, & we hope always that ye consider our shows well-worth thy precious time.

I shall write ye Monday with fresh art & a tale! ‘Til then—be safe, be well, & be thanking Mister Neelix!

Cheers,
Amœnus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Glad The Moneymorphs Are Gone & All Problems Have Been Solved