| We listened as he came in through the
window (protocol, you know), and we heard him in the refrigerator,
which confused us because we’d all three enjoyed a hearty feast
of barbequed corn and vegetarian bratwurst just hours before. What
could he want? Well, of course he wanted beer. Who doesn’t?
It was hotter than hell in the living room. “Pull out a couple
more of them brews, would you, Slim?” said the webmonster,
and he did, and we all went into the living room and turned on the
stereo. Turned on the stereo real loud, actaully. |