The despondent fishis of a few weeks ago have decided that life is too short for this kind of gloom & doom fool’s game and have defected to the Halfway Badlands, where they have found themselves some protectors, sponsors and friends: a couple of chubby demonettes and the two Big-Nosed Wandering Heads. They are now undergoing spinning instruction. Very stimulating; very good for the soul. In between gyration bouts they chat with the BNWHs and they say “My, what a big nose you have!” “It is for to better smell the flowers, what!”, the BNWHs reply. After the storm, the calm. All is fluffy.