The Sparkling Charade of Las Nevadas: the Travels and Escapades of Wilbur Soot

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Fine, fine, I'll tell you. Yes, me and Theseus went back to Mr. President's house and yes, Theseus teased me the whole way there. We did end up staying over later. Coincidentally, only one guest bedroom was prepared, Theseus called dibs, and Quackity so graciously offered to let me share a room with him again.

But I'm not going to tell you how when we laid side by side in bed that night, he gave me the answer to Charlie's question. I'm not going to tell you how he rested a hand on the back of my neck as we whispered flirtatious comments in the dark. It was mostly him though. Whenever he touches me I get all shy and mushy.

I'm not going to tell you how we cuddled again, or how I had never felt as incredibly happy in my entire two lifetimes as I did in that moment, how it was so much better than my lust for power and independence could ever be.

However, me and Theseus did end up moving into Quackity's huge house. I gave up on the whole burger shop thing, although I will make a few for Lethe once we figure out how to bring him back.

And needless to say, I am now the proud Vice President of Las Nevadas. Number two. Two is twice more than one, if you think about it.

As I write all this, Quackity is looking over my shoulder. He's asking me a question, something about Theseus and Lethe.

"Hey, you have all these cool names for everyone in the story, but what about me? Why is mine normal?"

"Well that's easy," I reply, "I only address people I respect with a more eloquent name, and I do not respect you."

I r_—-_-___

Ahem, ignore that...

Anyways, I regret to inform you that this is where my story ends. At last I've discovered what hides beneath the sparkling charade that is Las Nevadas... It's something ten times more dazzling. Something real. But the thing about it is, that if I just tell you, then it won't be quite so pretty anymore. It's something you have to find for yourself.

And so I hope you know, just where to look:

Up your arse.