#105 Fan Mail to Lord, Part 4

June 29, 2018
Hello, fan mail. Hello, Piff.


Piff: You may not yet be aware that you can send fan mail to me. Feel free to do so at any time. The address is down there below.

Fan mail: Do you know who the shortest reigning Piff was? I know a boulder was the longest.
Piff: It’s not a person. It’s a community. They’re called the “Parliament of Swift Exit Piffs”. Its members claim to hold the same record for “the shortest moment in existence” as Piffs. Since anything shorter than that is impossible, anybody claiming to be faster must be lying.

Fan mail: I’m also interested in learning about the territories surrounding the Realm.
Piff: It’s just a bunch of jollyhoots out there. Better stay away from them if you don’t want to become one.

Fan mail: Why is it called Pigeons’R’Faster? Pigeons are faster than what?
Piff: Foots, I guess.

Fan mail: Don’t you mean feet?
Piff: No. Foots.

Fan mail: Greetings from Elsewhere! Weather here is very nice. How are Harvain and Micholk? I will be back soon so can you stop being the Lord by then?
Piff: No.

Narration: Piff needs reading practice – send your mail now!


Gheralf says:

The Aviatar has yet to stop meditating, so here we are. We still do not know what “three cycles” means. In the puppet shows he would just hoot three times and it was over with.

My exotic instrument is starting to show signs of wearing. But I will keep playing it. The greater owls are staring at us.


Vayandil says:

Nice to see that Piff keeps getting mail. It helps to fill out these dull moments when absolutely nothing interesting happens while a guy stands on a pedestal and the greater owls keep staring at us… The owlets might have grown a bit, but that is not enough material for a comic.