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.cew .ps 14 .B 16 .SH SENTIENT SLIME .R .PP .ps 10 Ten years of litigation had finally decided the status of the mall. Its debts had been acquired by Mold Industries, Inc., an (among other things) predatory lender out of New York. Reps incoming. .PP .ps 10 Bill Fomo learned about all this via a legal notice taped to the glass doors at the front of the building. His first thought was that this might alarm the customers. He was still groggy. Shaking out the sleep, he slid his hand over his face and headed inside, searching for Maude. .PP .ps 10 Jason at Floating World was already hosting a fundraiser. .PP .ps 10 Antigone and Maude were having breakfast down at the Sbarro. Bill thought that was just gross, but he trekked down anyway to tell them the news. .PP .ps 10 "Dad! We're fucked!" Maude announced, and burped. .PP .ps 10 Scooped again. .SH ELVIS HAIR .R .PP .ps 10 Daisuke's son had been promised an inheritance that included all the family scrolls, a few antique swords, and of course the mall \fIdojo.\fR This last was most important to him because he intended to renovate the space into a comic shop. .PP .ps 10 Nothing was working out quite how Daisuke, Jr. had planned. .PP .ps 10 His dad still wanted him to take over the family business, sure, which included the \fIdojo.\fR But \fIas\fR a \fIdojo,\fR meaning that Daisuke, Jr. was expected to carry on training with an eye towards eventually passing on the school to his own son, who had yet to be born. .PP .ps 10 First of all, Daisuke, Jr. wasn't planning on having children. Second, he hated physical activity, so training was out. This left the comic books. Check and mate. Only, his father didn't see things that way... .PP .ps 10 And now there was this kid, Granit, soaking up all his dad's attention. .PP .ps 10 Daisuke, Jr. combed back his impressive \fIcoiffure,\fR an enormous, archaic pompadour in the style of 1950s rockers. His red \fIgi\fR with gold trim stood out, to be sure, particularly the fishnet arm and leg gauntlets, his clear cane filled with glitter and air bubbles, and the metal flake gold guitar he carried around with him everywhere he went. .PP .ps 10 His fellow students were entertained, but uniformly not intimidated. .PP .ps 10 Another problem: There was already a comic shop in the mall. .PP .ps 10 But Daisuke, Jr. was a problem solver. .PP .ps 10 He was playing a show at the other shop tonight. .SH QUARTERS .R .PP .ps 10 The machine was only producing slime. Insert a coin, turn the crank, and receive a plastic egg. Inside every egg was a uniform portion of glow\-in\-the\-dark slime. .PP .ps 10 "Aw, I wanted the candy bracelet," Esmé said. .PP .ps 10 Ororo hit the machine with her palm like Arthur Fonzarelli. Spun around. Another egg of slime fell out. She tried again and got the same result. So, it wasn't the quarters. .PP .ps 10 "Let's give the children a chance to clear some of these out," Ororo said, and started off towards the food court. .PP .ps 10 "Do kids still buy these things?" Esmé asked. .PP .ps 10 It was a moot point.