Dr Pipe had torn a hole in the world, and primal chaos was spilling out. A conduit, conjured from outrageous jazz by his trumpet fingered dark instruments, channeled wild elemental forces into our world. Though GelaTina could wrestle the rascal himself she could not imagine how to tackle the mojo that was leaking into our reality.
Then she had an idea . . . .
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You Goo, Girl!
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