Sandwich: Mr Mackerel, does the ontological niche of a peanut butter jar decide its purpose as well as its identity?
Mr Mackerel: Sit very, very still.
The fulminating vista of Mr Mackerel’s world. Living in this reality used to be a given, an assumption, it did not occur to me that a world with different rules might exist. Before I found the portal to Earth, the Corporeal Manifestation Battery and the Sigma Stick, I knew much less about my world than [...]
Bell Pepper: “There approaches a roaring sound, Mr Mackerel. Shall we presently yell and run in terror?” Mr Mackerel: “But Pepps, that is the farmers’ parade. Look there, see the farmers approach the bridge. Look at the bridge, and look at the farmers approaching it. They are in view of the bridge, and making their [...]
The rain blows in every direction. Upwards? Upwards back into the sky. A random case of rain running amok in space.
The ribbons dropped like glossy flyers from a crashing zeppelin, sucking up our mind void in a dreamlike loss of control. They were, probably, more like flyers than ribbons anyway. Ms. Lanyard watched, and so did Mr Pigskin and Mr Porkknuckles. Meanwhile the monkey was shot behind the scenes, without audio or video recording, without [...]
Mice are better than rats? I do not think you can make that kind of distinction! Hello, I’m Mr. Mackerel. I’m not a fish. I’ve been told I can pass for a fish, which is not a nice thing to say unless you’d consider dating a fish or have it polish your shoes. It turns [...]