Zone D -- The Foam

[Enel]

I wonder how Hendy is doing? That reminds me, I haven’t checked the Dataverse in a while! I got so caught up in real-life, I forgot about my virtual one!

I look at twitter, and the results are a little disappointing. Only five-thousand retweets in twelve hours. But it’s blowing up. Apparently my little sojourn with the blue kid did wonders for my popularity. She’s got a twitter following herself. And there are … nude pics?!

I glance over my shoulder at Bats, making sure he’s not looking.

Oh wow. So she really does have nipples under there. I figured she was just a barbie doll. Totally hairless, too. I bet that’s natural. Snake women, move aside!

But damn, no wonder she has followers. Hmm. Maybe I need to follow suit. Show the ladies out there what I’m packin’. Damn, if only she’d come with us! We could have done a double-scene, down at the beach. That would’ve brought the followers running. “The God and the Graowr,” we could’ve called it. Ten thousand retweets? More like ten million.

I glance over at Batman. I wonder if he’d take my picture for me.

“Hey Bats,” I say. “What say you we head down to the beach? I could do with washing off some of this sweat.”

I stretch my arms out, closing my eyes and flexing my ‘ceps as I do so. Out of the corner of one eye, I spot a glint of glass. Yeah, I see you, you motherfuckin’ pervert. Sinners, the lot of them. And Karl Jak’s the worst of all. Well, indulge yourselves. For now, I’ll allow it.

“Any particular reason?” Batman asks.

“No,” I say, hopefully convincingly. He’s a suspicious one, this Batman. And somehow I feel like nude photography isn’t one of his hobbies. But, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Enel and Bats moving from C2 to D3.