Mrs Fox says to me, completely unbidden and with context, "The past tense of lynx is lonx."

"...what?"

"Lonx."

"WHAT."

how big are you????? that's going to have a lot to do with how that question gets answered.

but YEAH they're BIG!!!!!! in lots of ways other than the sheer volume and displacement of Wanger

Unless we're talking about penicillin or something. The guppy, though? Bahgawd. That thing was shat out the end of the ugly factory and stopped at every ugly light on the way to the bitchass runway.

There's an old, old RPG character of mine that I think about fairly regularly. Henry Francis Boyd. If it's a name that doesn't sound particularly inspiring or evocative, more's the point. I'd like to share some reminiscing about him, what lead to his creation and some of his origins in-universe. I don't imagine there'll actually be a point to this story beyond the sort of fond warmth that'd come of sitting around a table with a glass in one's hand, shooting the shit and getting misty-eyed over past glories. In a funny sort of way, that's quite emblematic of him.

So let me tell you about Hank.