The hottest controversy about the Belgian Prankster concerned the location of his secret base. Some claimed the Belgian Prankster lived in a luxurious complex of subterranean bunkers fifty miles beneath Antwerp; others swore they had witnessed with their own eyes a sprawling system of interlinked airborne platforms, held aloft by dozens of hot-air balloons, hovering malignantly in the ionosphere; and a committed few insisted that the Belgian Prankster did not possess, nor did he require, a secret base, for he transcended mere physical form and was present in all places and at all times as a pure abstraction—as ruthless and indestructible as a principle of mathematics. Actually, the Belgian Prankster hung out at the Country Kitchen in Muscatine, Iowa. His entire inner circle was assembled. Each member was a grotesque human being, and yet each a genius in some aspect of prankery: Mr. AAA, a one-eyed Romanian cryptologist; Mr. BBB, a terrifyingly scarred Icelandic assassin; Mr. CCC, an eight-foot-tall Uzbek hacker; Mr.
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