Teddy was as good a name as any, I
thought, and tried to look behind it,  
but couldn’t really see a whole lot. It
was just too big. It almost blocked the
whole vent.                            
     “Maybe, but you still suck.”      
     “Come on man, quit fucking with   
me, ok? I’m ugly, you’re ugly. I suck, 
you suck. Who the fuck cares,” I       
screamed into the vent.                
     “No need to fucking yell,” Teddy  
screamed back, “I’m right fucking      
here!”                                 
     I pushed back from the vent a     
little, “Sorry.”                       
     "It's ok," Teddy said, "but do you
remember that old documentary about the
talking horse?”                        
     Documentary? I thought, but then  
made a weird connection.               
*      “You don’t mean that TV show, Mr.   
Ed?” I answered hesitantly.            
     “Hit that one right on the head,  
but do you know why they picked the    
person to be Wilbur, the only human the
horse would talk to?”                  
     “I have no... hey, who are you    
anyway and where are you exactly?” I   
asked, and then added, “Are you in that
room right now?”                       
     “Just think about that question   
tonight, and I’ll tell you the answer  
tomorrow. Right now, I’ve gotta close  
up shop before the day-people get here,
Frankenstein and his two evil          
assistants.”                           
     “Tomorrow?” I asked and looked in-
side the vent. I could see something   
moving, and then the sound of a grate  
closing on the other end. After that, I
couldn’t see a thing.                  



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