And there we have it, kids. At least all the characters are now in two groups (and all in Chicago). It’s all coming together…

Yes it is, it is indeed.
(Rubs hands gleefully, cackles.)

Yes, um, indeed…
(Looks around nervously, hoping no one realizes he still has no idea what’s going on.)

Wait, we’re supposed to have an idea of what’s going on? Well, um, heh… in that case… um… yeah.

{laughing at the above two comments}
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I love Simon’s reaction to Oz, and the unspoken past with Blake.

Glad we continue to please, Alexa. Soon after writing Oz as a private eye I realized he should know Blake, another private eye. Both run in the same circles, in theory.

Oh, I totally know how it ends: Rosebud was the sleigh he lost as a child… no, hang on… um… Bruce Willis is dead… no. Hold on. I’ve got it right here: it was Kevin Spacey the whole time…
Alright. I’ve got nothing. But it’s gonna be a helluva party finding out how it all ends, and that’s why I’m excited as a reader and as a co-writer.

I think that some butts are going to get kicked

to say the least.

Butt-kicking, huh? I was leaning towards a giant tea party for the big finale, but this butt-kicking thing sounds like a better way to go. Guys, we’ve gotta revise our story bible now… :)

Noooo… I had a really awesome description of all the different flavors of ice cream the four horsemen served from their ice cream truck. And a pretty good idea for Simone’s pony.
But we can still do the wedding scene with Blake and Simon, right?
(And yes, every word in that last sentence is spelled and formatted correctly. :-P )

Yeah, I was really looking forward to the ground-breaking argument Azrael and Death were going to have over Earl Grey versus Camomille. But, you know what they say, give the fans what they want: which seems to be butt-kicking.

Oh, and Howie, the whole Blake and Simon wedding was dumped already (sorry). But the Alec and the rats orgy is still on.

But, we’re keeping the musical number, right?

I sure hope so, Tarzan, I sure hope so…

The sky is blue,
and the grass is green.
What shall we do,
this bitch is very mean.

{Alexa is laughing too much to respond.}

This is fairly late, but I would like to say that perhaps you should make a parody sort of thing of those strange ideas you had?