The Freakerteam has been a bit delirious for the past couple of days, but none of us have decided whether or not this is something to be upset about. Instead, we've chosen to not dwell on our collective daze of wonder, but instead float around in a purposeful oblivion & blame it on the Colorado(ian?) elevation. And the road goes on and on and alas, Wyoming exists, but so does Giant Jenga. The divine balance. 
Wolverine + Buster = Epic Invasion. We're flying a little too close to the sun, buddy. 

When the maiden of the freakark smirks, expect no good. Schememasters. 

Colorado, you keep telling us to hydrate ourselves. Does no-one else enjoy your special-geographical-specialty of floating delirium? Embrace!