Disclaimer: The authors don't own the biker mice or make a profit off of them in anyway. This story is pure fiction and has been copyrighted by the authors.
Mhhh... well, *embarrassed* more than a person asked me to upload here the pics I did the past 2 years, but it would be a bit "complicated" to post them individually so I did a collage.
We all know what our mice ride into battle wearing, but what about the rest of the time? From shirts to shoes to those lucky bits of cotton down south, my idea of just what's in Stoker's closet.
The earth night in Chicago was dreary and rainy, but for Jetstream O'Rielley, it was either keep moving or risk being caught by the hunters from the Eastern Martian Highlands and being sacrificed.
Don't blame me if you cry whe reading this! Wrote this while going through a blue funk that land based me in Therapy for a bout of 'suspected depression' while in high school.
