Chapter 53
Tracy kept well behind Janet as she walked into the house. She had the benefit of transformed clothing that provided practical modesty—his didn't. He didn't get to see her face as she stopped in the doorway, staring across the room at the open windows to main street.
Brilliant orange light shone in from outside, reflecting off the windows and filling the room with painful glare. Rose emerged from upstairs, still damp and smelling like shower. Also completely naked, though that would be less immediately apparently to his human guest from the front. "Janet, right? Tracy didn't tell me you were a hippogriff!"
"I'm a... what?" she finally stammered, glancing over her shoulder at him. She lifted one claw up towards her face, flexing the strange hybrid-talon fingers one at a time. "I guess I'm Buckbeak now. How many franchises do you have in here, Tracy?"
He shrugged, twisting to slide the doughnuts up onto the table. "If we're quick, we can make it to Sugarcube Corner. I figured we could get something local to go with the doughnuts you brought. A thoroughly unhealthy breakfast."
"Doesn't look like breakfast over here." Janet walked past them both, touching one claw to the window. She looked back at the shut door, then outside again. "How is this... this town can't be here. I missed your turn the first time. I've seen the next street over."
"It's called a Worldgate," Tracy said, opening the front door beside her. "Come on. Bakery is just around the corner."
"Sure." But she didn't move at first, instead removing the necklace from over her shoulders. Unlike the rest of her clothes, it hadn't changed at all, meaning the chain was a little long, the cross a little too big. She held it towards Rose. "Could you touch this for me, please? You too, Tracy. Indulge me."
He managed to do it without rolling his eyes, reaching out and touching the edge with a hoof. "Happy?"
"Her too," she continued. "I know where you're from. But she's from this side, right?"
Rose stopped within reach, looking increasingly concerned. "What kind of custom is this, Tracy?"
Paranoia. But how could he explain that without offending Janet? "She's searching for evil," he said. "The same way you did when I moved in, remember? Different tool, same goal."
Janet nodded once, apparently satisfied with that explanation. "I admit, I'm feeling a little disarmed already. But pink glass and heart decorations outside aren't going to trick me."
Roseluck lifted a hoof, running it along the cross. There was no visible effect—no demonic screams or spontaneous flames, anyway.
But it was enough to make Janet relax, settling the necklace back under her collar. "Alright. That's... that's something. Where did you say we were going?"
"It's called Sugarcube Corner," he said. "It was one of the first places I fell in love with, since they make recognizable food. It should give you a feel for what Ponyville is like. That's... the name of this town, by the way."
Janet stifled a laugh. "Ponyville? As in... what, Personville? Humanplace?"
Roseluck chuckled. "You say that, but it makes more sense than 'Ely'. I'm still trying to figure out what kind of place that would be."
They didn't all go—ostensibly, Janet would use the time to catch him up on what he'd missed over the last week, and some of it would be NDAed company stuff. Practically speaking, she spent almost the entire trip staring open-mouthed at everything and everyone they passed.
Sometimes she managed a feeble question or two, but nothing more complex than, "They don't wear a lot here, do they? I'm seeing a lot of..."
"Junk," he answered quietly. "Yeah, it takes some getting used to. But at least they don't mind if you want to wear more."
"Whether that makes it satanic or Edenic, I reserve judgement," Janet muttered. She sounded different here, more than any of his friends had. It must be something about having a beak, though he couldn't quite place the change. Higher, more clipped somehow. "I don't know what I expected when I accepted your internship application, Tracy. But it wasn't this."
They stopped seconds later, with Sugarcube Corner directly ahead of them.
Even for Equestria, the structure was one of the more absurd things he'd ever seen, like something modeled for a Disney theme-park. But unlike the theme parks, he couldn't quite shake the impression that the gingerbread and frosting on the roof might be real. The candle-shape lights on the roof were already on, though mercifully the interior was still bright. They'd made it.
"You're kidding me," Janet said. "I am not seeing this right now. I'm not... surrounded by thatched roofs and pink windows, and naked horses. Now there's a cupcake house."
If you had any idea. He didn't want to walk past her, or else risk her seeing more than she probably bargained for. "You can wait out here while I grab some muffins, if you want. Probably won't be super fresh at the end of the day, but... that's just something you have to get used to. Time on this side is the opposite of Earth."
"I'm not waiting outside," she insisted, hurrying past him towards the still-open entrance. "Might as well see the inside for myself."
Nothing particularly remarkable happened inside, which was exactly what he'd been hoping for. They exchanged polite words with Mrs. Cake, and Janet even managed not to laugh at her name. They bought some nearly-stale muffins for half price, at least three different ponies wished Janet welcome to Ponyville, and they were back out the door heading home.
She didn't say a single word during the walk back, barely even looked at him. Only when they'd finally shut his front door behind them did she turn. Whatever her new species was, it didn't have quite the same emotional tells as a pony. But the scent was recognizable enough for him to guess.
"Steven was on the edge of sanity after seeing you," she said. "Even after a week of counseling, he wouldn't come back to work, for fear that he'd be working with you again."
Tracy slid the second box onto the table beside the first. There was already a few doughnuts. He resisted the urge to take one of his own better than Rose had.
"But now that I'm here for myself..." She slumped onto her haunches. "I almost wanted him to be right, Tracy. There's nothing thrilling about designing parts. But fighting evil, I almost convinced myself there might be some evil here. Probably says something uncharitable about me that I'm disappointed there isn't."
She glanced out the window. Ponies made their cheerful way home, wishing friendly farewells to their neighbors as they did. Tracy knew more of their names than the coworkers he met during their "optional" bar night.
"There doesn't have to be anything evil for it to be thrilling," he supplied, finally daring to take a doughnut for himself. "Equestria, that's the name of the country—it has its own history, its own sports and myths and cultures. Not to mention what you gain by coming here." He spread his wings as he said so, grin widening. "Remember the arm I broke hiking? Actually it was learning how to fly. You have wings too—that means you could learn, if you wanted."
Janet didn't answer for a long time. Finally she turned, rising from the window. "I told you it didn't say anything good about me. You're right, everything about this is better than the alternative. As much as it sucks to lose Steven over something like this. I still... can't quite believe what I'm feeling."
She stopped beside the table, taking a muffin in her claw. She lifted it, then squeezed a little too hard, and it crumbled away in her talons.
Tracy couldn't quite decide if he was jealous of the almost-fingers, or just glad that he didn't have to type with knives on his hands. "It took me a few weeks," he admitted. "Every time I came home from work, I thought I'd find a normal house here. I obviously imagined this. You're going to think that too. In fact... got your phone? No, wait, you might scratch it."
He fiddled with his own, already waiting on the table. He opened the camera, then slid it towards Rose. "Remember how to use the camera?" he asked. "Janet should have a picture to remember this."
"You're kidding me," the hippogriff protested. But she still posed beside him. It was strange to see someone a full head shorter than himself on Earth be about that much taller than he was on this side. If you're that tall, how big are the stallions?
"Right there!" Rose exclaimed. "Err... I think? It made the sound. But there's no bulb, so I can't tell."
"How did you do that with hooves?" Janet asked. "Are there tentacles, or..."
Rose giggled in response. "I don't know what you think we are, but no. Nopony I've ever met had tentacles."
"I don't know how they do it either," Tracy muttered. He had to set the phone back on the kitchen table, using his usual stylus to text the image to her. Only when he heard the vibration from one of her pockets did he put it down again.
"And now you'll have proof. When you leave and think this must've been a dream, you can look for yourself."
Janet nodded, then closed the distance between them in a few quick strides. She rested one claw on his shoulder, though thankfully she didn't squeeze. He could feel the sharpness against his coat without her using any force.
"I'm not going to tell you that living in another world is more important than Apex," she said. "And don't you dare tell anyone in Management I said that, or I'll deny it. But I have to know—how does this end? Engineer by day, horse by night? Or are you not gonna show up to work one day, and only I will ever know where you went?"
From Janet's other side, Rose locked eyes with him. Obviously she wanted that answer too, but for completely different reasons. Could he avoid disappointing both?
"How I ended up here is a story for another day," he said. "But my lease is one year. I can't leave early, and I can't renew. When it ends, it ends. The Worldgate closes, and this house goes back to being normal. Whatever passes for normal in San Jose, anyway."
Janet let go, glancing back out the window again. "I can see why you didn't run screaming from all this. Maybe you never will." She lifted another muffin in her claw, and this time managed to take a bite without crumbling it. "Pretty good. Little too sweet." She turned for the door. "Anything special I should know about leaving this place? I don't have to... recite any incantations or anything?"
Tracy followed her to the exit, leaving the inner door open behind them this time. "No. Just go quick, don't hesitate on the boundary. And I'll have to shut the door quick behind you, so nobody looks in."
They stopped just in front of the door. Despite her complaints, Janet took another few bites of the muffin.
"Can't help but notice we didn't talk about the Emmerson project," he said. "Do you like my design? I tried to keep the complexity down. But the grooves in the mounting mechanism, we need those. It's a fabrication thing, if—"
Janet silenced him with a gesture. Somehow she could grin at him, even with a beak. "If you weren't good at your job, I wouldn't need to work this hard to keep you on my team. Look at where we're standing right now. Part's fine. Make sure you bring the laptop back to work with you on Monday, you can keep the dock here."
She turned, leaning past him. "It was nice meeting you again, Rose! Sorry if I wasn't very friendly. I don't usually visit other worlds before lunchtime."
"No problem," Rose called back, another doughnut in her hooves. "Come back anytime."
"Don't know if I will," Janet muttered. She looked up again, through the doorway towards distant windows. "Feels like someone could get lost in all this. See you Monday, Tracy."
She left, practically jumping out the door, and slamming it closed behind her.
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nice job! Love the pictures, he's so cute in the second one
I mean if she wanted the devil, she should have introduced her to his landlord. I'm sure Discord would love the comparison... Probably try to shake with a monkey's paw, just for his own amusement. The fact that he didn't show tells us his goal isn't just chaos here.
It's one of the great mysteries of HiE stories. Kinda like how Strong Bad types with boxing gloves on his hands.
I guess you could just say "magic" and leave it at that.
I kind of feel that Pinkie has a pet name for Tracy. First she knew him as Tracy as he went by that around town, now he seems to be going by his new moniker as Spark Gap. Tracy
...Spark Gap....
I'm sure she probably would call him Sparky.
(new headcanon made)
Great chapter. Janet looks really amazing in the second picture and I wouldn't be surprised if she comes back and visit the two again.
Maybe you should go to the cottage by the forest and looking for an innocent-looking white bunny.
A lot of red herrings in the conversation...
Well Tracy has a magnificent boss, I'm rather envious.
I mean, counting Tracy as a thestral, the count is at one. Though this does invite the question of whether My Little Pony is a thing on their Earth.
Don't laugh, there's a Humansville, Missouri.
"If you're looking for evils to fight, you can check with Princess Twilight," offered Roseluck. "She could always use the help."
And that's the rub. Time is running out, and unless Star Swirl's available for a consultation, Tracy will have to choose a world. We'll have to see where it goes from here. At least Janet is taking this as well as can be expected.
Janet reacted as well as was to be expected which is good. I wonder why Steven reacted so extrmely even if freaking out wouldn't be unusual needing a week's therapy and still having issues with it is extreme. I also get the impression that Janet knows Tracy hasn't yet decided what to do when the lease ends.
awesome chapter.
amazing art.
Each person handles the same situation differently. Even if Janet was eased into it, I can see her acclimating to it faster than even Tracy.
They're not vampires, Janet. Then again Tracy, but still he's not the right kind of bat!
I'm guessing you'll be looking for signs of hedonistic orgies. Then again, your unholy orgies could be someone's hippy free love.
Yeah, he's the complete opposite of Janet.
It's terrible being forced to choose. Certainly cruel coming from Discord and his partner.
Probably best to get an invite with Tracy next time. Discord will strictly enforce the rules... when it suits him.
Sometimes, that's not a bad thing.
The issue regarding the expiring lease continues to be brought up more frequently and I do wonder if Tracy will be faced with a choice between Earth and Equestria, or if a way will reveal itself where he could still traverse both.
Loved the art as usual, though I was admittedly confused by the first image used since it didn't seem to match what was described in the text: one, that Pinkie was present but moreso that two, Rose was present since it implied that she didn't travel with them to Sugarcube Corner.
Even money says she gets a print of that photo and keeps it on her desk. Whenever anyone asks her what it is, she always gives them the same answer: "Get back to work!"
*Sigh* They keep mentioning the lease. I'm wondering what's gonna happen with it, too. If the world gate is going to close, my guess, based on everything I'm seeing, is that Tracy would want to stay in Equestria. He obviously wouldn't be able to go between worlds anymore, but he seems to still have service with his phone and computer (I think). Can he somehow work remotely from Equestria and still get his work done? Zoom/Skype with Janet in private when necessary? He seems to be using a work computer, so he'd have to get his own. How would he get paid? I don't think there's a canon conversion from human dollars to bits...
SO MANY QUESTIONS!
Wonder if there's some fine print about buying out the lease? Or, other wording to transfer from lease to full ownership?
If you really want to investigate evil, go check out this world's Discord. And start asking what happens when the lease ends.
still think Cadance has something to do with this whole senario
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Wouldn't he lose his connection to the internet if the Worldgate closes?
Amazing pictures and great chapter!
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Ah, fair point.
Womp womp.
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Seconded.
The lack of at least a “normal for Ponyville” and a mention of Rose joining them makes it clear that the author did not incorporate the image very well into the narrative of the story.
I'm kinda surprised she took it so well. Very cool chapter
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I wonder what else is on Janets mind
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You missed eyes on the cupcakes, you slipping😂
Is nobody seriously going to talk about how Janet not only gave herself an Equestrian name, but instantly went into pony finance ideas?
So Janets happy though I can't help but wonder if Steven's going to cause more problems at one point. I don't think she'll ever visit again afraid she might not want to go back to earth. I see Tracy's still avoiding the issue of where he'll be when the worldgate closes and I hope Janets right in her theory he'll just not show up one day and she'll know the reason why.
Wonder how Janet would react to meeting some other Hippogriffs or the like, shame she didn't see Twilight's castle her reaction to that would have been amusing.
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I hate to say it but the googly eyes on the mountains looks like something you could actually run into in Equestria. I also really like it appeals to my personal taste in pictures of normal at first glance then as you look closer you realize it isn't.
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Just because the world gate closes doesn't mean anything to which side he's on when it does. My bet is Equestria.
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Buckbeak is the griffin from Harry Potter book 3. That was the closest reference she could find. I took her statement as her showing some humor at the situation, not intentionally giving herself that name.
As fir finance, that’s just how she thinks as a manager/project lead.
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What happens in Sugarcube Corner, stays in Sugarcube Corner. Especially when Pinkie is involved. :P
Actually, speaking if Pinkie, I do not remember, but did she try to throw Tracy a welcome party?
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You're out here doing Celestia's work, thank you.
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Hey, this isn't Five Nights at Freddy's!
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We had no Pinkie response...could we have a chapter just for that?
We'll have the team together when we meet the evil.
Still, I wish Janette had met discord.
So, if I'm understanding this correctly, when Tracy's lease ends, whichever side of the portal he will be on, is going to be, where he stays? I suddenly feel a sense of dread...
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One of my spouses had a boss once, exactly like Janet. Deeply cultish Christian, she actually believed in real, spiritual evil in the world as a factual thing. She was two-faced as fuck. She acted just like the Janet in this story, all smiles and calmness about something she said she didn't exactly feel comfortable about - like, say, the fact that my spouse had a lesbian relationship with me, for instance. She acted like everything was fine though, that in the end she was okay with having such a good worker as my spouse in her company. She visited and smiled and everything, just like Janet in this story.
My spouse was terminated only days later, and it was beyond clear that the REAL reason was that, because she was queer, she was the literal spawn of Satan and 'Janet's' company could never tolerate demonic anti-Christian evil within their sacred and holy commercial offices.
I have seen this more than once, more than just to my spouse, and several times in different ways to myself.
I have learned one lesson: never, ever, ever trust the calculated smiles of a 'The devil and evil are real' cultist Christian obsessed with their religion.
'Fine Print' is only a story. But if it has even the slightest, faintest taste of realism about it... Janet will betray everything she said almost immediately and completely screw over Tracy in literally every possible way.
I have seen it. I have lived it. And in sixty-one years, I have never seen even one single exception. Cultists always lie to your face. Always. Because they truly believe ridiculous things.
I think Tracy would be happy in Equestria, Rose would be his support, he would have the other flower ponies as friends, and the princesses seem like the idea.
Any pony with friends will never be alone,
And besides he can still take more flying lessons.
That went well. Feels like Tracy is probably safe from Janet showing back up with the FBI or something like that.
When I saw the pinky pie art I was hoping Janet would whip out her crucifix and yell out the power of Christ compels you at Pinky, but maybe that'd be a bit Ooc for her.
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Ouch!
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No kidding. My spouse loved that job. And she really needed it. It is, I think, the true evil to destroy an innocent person's life because of arbitrary beliefs and arbitrary moral judgements.
I have seen this same thing happen to so many people I have known. Because they were gay, certainly. Because they were a different religion. Because they weren't white enough for a (in this case Mormon boss) who believed dark skin was 'the mark of Cain'. Because they just were nice to people who were gay instead of openly hating them.
Because I live in America, every last single case was caused by Christian crazies. But I am under no illusion the same would not be true of any religion.
Believing arbitrary things too strongly always makes people do evil acts.
I have come to see that a little doubt protects the innocent. I have come to truly love... doubt. Doubt stops self-righteousness cold.
God, protect me from your followers.
Well...how long you got? Because this could take awhile...
If it helps, he didn't either.
Eh, you wanted to do the right thing for the good and protection of others, and show you were willing to step up and do it if truly faced with it. If anything, this was you proving to yourself that you were truly as brave as you wanted to believe. Certainly can't fault you for that, as I think it was for all of the right reasons.
Ehhhhh...part of me is biting my lip over that idea, knowing that means there's clear evidence of Equestria going around where it could fall into the wrong hands. Not that I think Janet's untrustworthy at this point (in fact, her overall reaction to all of this is rather admirable and has improved my views of her as a character) nor that I think there's not a chance people won't just shrug off the picture as so unbelievable it must be fake, but...you know, there's a chance this could somehow come back and bite somebody in the butt.
I think we've all been wondering that, Janet. So do tell us, Tracy...what is your answer to this question?
Some already have.
So that all went swimmingly. Like I already said, I'm pretty pleased with Janet's reaction to it all. She was very reasonable about it, and kept a level head--much better than others who've stepped through that portal, Tracy himself included (though Tracy did have to work out the logistics of it all alone and from scratch while the others didn't). Plus, she also just said she's quite pleased with Tracy as an employee and eager to keep him in the company regardless, so his job at Apex isn't at immediate risk with her either. So I expect there won't be much of any trouble from Janet any time soon, not unless there's some unforeseen complication impending ahead with her.
Really, the key thing to get from all of this isn't so much Janet but that heavy question she asked Tracy that he's still shirking answering directly--how will this end for him? I know which answer many of us favor...but that doesn't mean he will actually do it.
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Oof. Speaking as a Mormon myself, I'm quite ashamed and upset to hear another did something like that, as that's not inline with our beliefs at all, let alone justified. In fact, that was just straight-up using religion to disguise and excuse discrimination, which I do not approve of.
I'm sorry that has happened to anyone, as well that any one not just from my own faith but of nearly any faith for that matter has done such unsavory actions...but I'd be lying if I didn't admit I have been witness to such events happening myself throughout life.
If nothing else, let me say that this Mormon certainly wouldn't have done something so distasteful, so may that be proof that it would be just as unfair to automatically assume all others will too. I hope dearly that will apply to more than my own faith too.
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Or the image commissioner and artist didn't coordinate with what was in the story closely enough.
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Pinkie Pie escaped the edit because her eyes were closed.
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I've worked with artists enough to know that this happens. Even if you commission a piece of art that is done during a live-stream, you have to trust the artist when they tell you a pose won't work or the point of view could be improved.
The author needs to adapt. It takes a lot less time to adjust a sentence and write two more than it does for the artist to make the artwork.
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It all depends on what's done first. If the story is written days in advance of the art, then there's no reason that the art can't be made from scratch to match the story.
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Ah yeah when I was commissioning the Sugarcube corner scene with Viwrapstur, I assumed from the general gist of the chapter that Roseluck would have come with. (don't see much reason why she'd wait at the house for them to come back) So we just decided to include her.
I can totally understand how everyone interpreted it differently and in hindsight I suppose I should have asked Viwr to keep the scene with only the cakes, Tracy and Janet. Apologies
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❄︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ♋︎●︎●︎ ✋︎ ⬥︎♓︎●︎●︎ ⬧︎♋︎⍓︎ □︎■︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎ ◻︎♋︎❒︎⧫︎♓︎♍︎◆︎●︎♋︎❒︎ ⧫︎□︎◻︎♓︎♍︎📪︎ ♋︎⬧︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ■︎□︎ ◻︎❒︎□︎◻︎♏︎❒︎ ❍︎□︎♎︎♏︎❒︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎📪︎ ■︎□︎❒︎ 🙵♏︎⍓︎ ◻︎□︎♓︎■︎⧫︎⬧︎ ⧫︎□︎ ♎︎♓︎⬧︎♍︎◆︎⬧︎⬧︎📪︎ ♋︎⬧︎ ⬥︎♏︎●︎●︎ ♋︎⬧︎ ♋︎ ⬥︎♋︎⍓︎ ⧫︎□︎ ♍︎●︎♏︎♋︎❒︎●︎⍓︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ♋︎◻︎◻︎❒︎□︎◻︎❒︎♓︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎●︎⍓︎ ♋︎♎︎♎︎❒︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ⬧︎♓︎⧫︎◆︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎⬧︎ ♋︎⧫︎ ●︎♋︎❒︎♑︎♏︎ ❒︎♏︎♑︎♋︎❒︎♎︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ♋︎ ❒︎□︎◆︎♑︎♒︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ❒︎♋︎⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎ ♎︎♋︎■︎♑︎♏︎❒︎□︎◆︎⬧︎●︎⍓︎ ⬧︎♏︎■︎⬧︎♓︎⧫︎♓︎❖︎♏︎ ◻︎□︎♓︎■︎⧫︎ □︎♐︎ ♍︎□︎■︎⧫︎♏︎■︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎ ♋︎♐︎♐︎●︎♓︎♍︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ⬥︎□︎❒︎●︎♎︎ ♋︎⧫︎ ●︎♋︎❒︎♑︎♏︎📬︎ ✋︎ ♒︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ♋︎ ♍︎□︎◆︎■︎⧫︎❒︎⍓︎ ⧫︎□︎ ❒︎◆︎■︎📬︎
Excuse you, Janet! Humansville is a town in Missouri and I just happen to be related to the founder.