Last Thursday morning in the Nagmut dimension, a 'King Jeremy' climbed out of its dirty little hatch, with a Turkish Fez in hand and apparently "an eye on the prize". Some of the Nagmuts who were nearby acknowledged the arrogant mutant, a few of whom even seemed to admire its recent acquired tank top and blue jeans. "Uggggh...they are both name brand" was one comment overheard. Another simply mumbled "fez" as it returned to digging a hole. Other comments were geared toward the soiled fez and the mutant's wandering eye...Regardless the attention the mutant gained in the short amount of time was newsworthy, however it seemed to fade almost as quickly as it had come about.
It was the fez that really seemed to lead the way in the attention gains. At one point, after gaining his composure through a combination of grunts and stretches, the mutant climbed on to the first sick mutant stork it could find and took flight.
Overall, most of the Nagmuts apparently didnt seem to even notice, even our ethnographer-reporter (aka the lizard) didnt think much of it until the "I AM KING JEREMY" announcements filled the air.
As with most days in the Nagmut dimension, mutants grumble, moan, groan but also put forth sprouts of effort in times of sporadic cockiness. As if they are inspired to exert a burst of energy to do anything from a public display of vomiting to interrupting meetings which according to the lizard, 'dont seem to ever result in much.' In the case of "King Jeremy" one could argue that it was just that mutant's energy burst. As far as the rest of the Nagmut world goes, the public display lasted for a couple seconds before even King Jeremy got bored with the stork and the overall concept.
