Me and Wolf&Lamb hit The Road from Philadelphia Suburbs (Jersey) to Philadelphia Suburbs (Pennsylvania). It wasn’t a long distance, but we hadta go right thru the middle of a major city, and there was a lot of traffic. It gave us enough time to catch each other up on our recent Travels and compare notes on The Wedding. Wolf got more and more distracted as we went along tho.
“I know Bluebird and Wings from Where-ThePlains-Meet-TheMountains,” he scratched his chin, “but we’re driving on The Roads I know from my hometown, and we’re on the way to Realities I know from Perceptionist Training, where I met my fiancée.”
“I’m actually your Wife now,” Lamb said.
“Oh my Gods, you are, and I Love you very much, but this is concerning.”
“What is?” she asked.
“I didn’t realize it until now, but we’re heading into a possibly major RealityFuck for me.”
Then he started telling us about all the different Realities who would be at The AfterParty, like his childhood best friend WildFuckingTurkey, his HighSchool best friend Emperor Penguin, and his Perceptionist Training School best friend Scorpion.
“I know it’s incredible,” Wolf said, “but they’ve never even met each other until today.”
“I haven’t even met them all yet,” Lamb said.
“Exactly,” Wolf said, “and then add in all their dates and wives and partners and our other friends and families and their dates…”
“Hmm,” I said, “that’s a lot of different Realities to MeToo. What if you get The Vertigo?”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Wolf said. “Yet, although it won’t be easy, we have to remember we’ve spent the last two years Training in tactics to deal with just these types of BoobyTraps. This will be a perfect opportunity to test my Reality Travel Training Thesis on Common Perception.”
“That reminds me,” I said. “There’s a whole Stash of Alcohol in the trunk as we speak. Me and The Perceptionism Professor swiped it from that bullshit Open Bar when they weren’t looking.”
“Good work,” Wolf said. “That crooked bartender wouldn’t even serve us more than a Dixie cup at a time.”
“We don’t have to worry about rationing anymore,” I said. “There’s enough Lubricant to keep the whole AfterParty in Alcohol Perception for the next week!”
“Normally,” Wolf said, “I would agree that Alcohol is the perfect choice for Common Perception in such a RealityFuck, but I’m not certain it’s the Preferred Perception for some Realities there.”
“Who could possibly not like Alcohol Perception?”
“Scorpion for one.”