And to think, if Batman had somehow stopped him from falling into that vat of acide (or something?) the culture would have never known about the clown prince of crime. And so it goes with Worlde Friends, one day you're solving a puzzle, the next you're such a twisted psychopath that you think something terrible like crime is funny, even to the point of out of control, maniacal laughter.
In which one Wordle Friend's compromised state pushes the show from easy listening to hypnogogic.
In which the Wordle Friends get an early start on their bah humbugging.
The Wordle Friends continue to battle aginst July's slog energy as a malaise (perhaps an ennui) spreads over the procedings, threatening to eventually destroy...