Egyptian Pizza Cafe, Baltimore, Sunday Afternoon

Look, Tony had said he wanted shawarma, and he'd also said that he was going to talk to Sparkle about the other weird things that happened on the island after the radio broadcast, and Sparkle was not about to let either of those things go. For one? Free food. And for another? He kind of wanted to know what the hell he'd gotten himself into back on that weird island, considering he'd just been sitting in a radio station with two huge men, one blue and the other wearing red footie pyjamas, and a bunch of drunk squirrels. Drunk, voyeuristic squirrels.

So they'd found this little place that had shawarma on the menu along with all the other stuff that these little cafe type places usually carried, found themselves a place to sit, and poked at their respective menus.

"So. What the hell was that back there?"

Neither of those men had been the tooth fairy.

[For one, and NFB for off-island-ness!]

Egyptian Pizza Cafe, Baltimore, Sunday Afternoon

Look, Tony had said he wanted shawarma, and he'd also said that he was going to talk to Sparkle about the other weird things that happened on the island after the radio broadcast, and Sparkle was not about to let either of those things go. For one? Free food. And for another? He kind of wanted to know what the hell he'd gotten himself into back on that weird island, considering he'd just been sitting in a radio station with two huge men, one blue and the other wearing red footie pyjamas, and a bunch of drunk squirrels. Drunk, voyeuristic squirrels.

So they'd found this little place that had shawarma on the menu along with all the other stuff that these little cafe type places usually carried, found themselves a place to sit, and poked at their respective menus.

"So. What the hell was that back there?"

Neither of those men had been the tooth fairy.

[For one, and NFB for off-island-ness!]