By Patrick M. Tracy The barrel of an ancient pencil protruded from Stretchy Guy’s chest. Billy Finkle grinned. He’d been having his headaches again, and they made him, in his mother’s words, “A wicked little cretin.” He withdrew the pencil, eager to learn what squishy goo lurked within Stretchy Guy’s malleable body. The hole […]
Nasty, Brutish, and Short 