Forty six Top The bulbous eyed sheet ghost like cryptid is sitting in the woods and can see bigfoots and Hags hanging around and smoking. Thrud comes up from behind with a six pack and they sit together. Below The Relic Maker: Hail! What have you in your hand there Kallan is holding a ball of light in one hand Kallan: This? I'm not sure it was in my pocket.
Forty seven Top. The unnamed woman from the begining parks her car and briefly cries before checking into a motel and curling up in the covers on the bed. Below. The icon-maker: is it yours? Kallan: I can't remember. The icon-maker: Tis yours now I suppose.
Forty eight Top. Kallan says "I guess" then we see him in bed dreaming this scenario again. Mid. Meanwhile Javion stores his disassembled light show around his studio. Bottom. Back on the Carpe Cajonés bus, Hayden: The pyramids a whole other cult? Is everything in this city like that? Rhys: Uh, mostly, yeah. Andre: Ha! We should bring sone of these guys on the bus and get 'em tucked up man.
Forty eight Top: The cryptid watches Thrud tie her boots up and ride away on her bike into the night and returns to the woods. Below: Hayden; Nah, nah, strict parents raise sneaky kids these people can probably party us under the table Andre: Oh, you think so. It'd still be funny to film. Hayden: Oh, yeah. Andre: Sone of them come in here and we give 'em blunts and they pull out bags of coke. Hayden: Yeah we try to give 'em shrooms, they pull out some just crazy shit no one's even heard of, start injecting it into their eyeballs. Andre, cupping his mouth says "Street name 'Delilah' A.K.A. 'Archangel Jizz'". Hayden: No, seriously though if we actually did that...
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Welp, I really didn't mean for this particular page to be my Thanksgiving post, but here we are.
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