Was he?

So we decided to make a pact and go to The Gatekeeper for bee drinks every Thursday. Then Hucka D. remembered that was bowling night with his pals. “Tuesday, then”, I offered. “Okay,” he said, then remembered the “You Too Can Bea a Beetle” on the insect channel came on at 9 on Tuesday, so he had to beg off again. “When *are* you available?” He looked through his appointment book as I secretly wondered if he was the star of the Beetle show. I ask him. He laughed. I said I didn’t believe a show like that existed. He sneered. “You don’t believe a lot of things about me, what I say.” I said yes, and that’s for good reason. He got up off the couch we were sitting on, springs wore out — too much TV watching. We watched ourselves.

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“How powerful is this mountain?” “Powerful,” he replied. “You don’t know.” We were watching ourselves again. I had on an orange jumpsuit. Lisa showed up in back. “Ask her,” he said. “Hi Lisa.” I waved. She waved back. On the table in front of us were battle plans. I noticed the unnamed creek. I asked Lisa about it. “That’s [unpronouncable name]”. “What’s that again?” “[Unpronouncable name]”. “Hmm,” I said. “That’s going to have to be shorted.” She said she didn’t recommend Bob. Hucka D. laughed and agreed, saying I like to name everything Bob that I don’t understand well. So I decided to defy them and name the creek Bob. Then I laughed and said I was joking and that I would think of another name, perhaps not quickly but another name still it would be. Hucka D. said “Joe”. Lisa offered “Pete”. “Bing”, I said. “Short for something. Bing.”

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Hold on…
“Byng.”