Mean:

Nooooo.

bb:

I’m worried, Hucka D., because I know you’re back there. Someone is mean.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Like the past. A floater.

bb:

Something is coming to a head. Floater.

Hucka D.:

You’ll know soon enough. You must organize. You must create. Freedom, but responsibility. Own up. Say you’re on a track now. Going forward. Start the engine. Toot toot[ and all].

bb:

Can I ask more about Twin Falls? Because I don’t think we can talk about Rust Spot. Not yet.

Hucka D.:

We can talk about Tiny Wiltshire and a failed attempt at communication with the alien aliens. Not the woods aliens but the ones from Jupiter that are now steaming to Aldebaran. As fast as possible.

bb:

They steam and I should steam.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Fast as you can.

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So Hucka D. buzzed away. Twin Falls… very mysterious place. Rust Spot protects, even? Chicago and New York, but not on top of each other. 1 and 2. 2 and 1 I mean. Mean. Why is someone mean? Not living up to expectations. Need someone who can work with electronic records. Need someone more knowledgeable, more responsible. Not you. “I can change.” “Let’s see it.” “Klutzy Kamper was preparation.” “I saw it, and my predessor saw it.” “The Woods of Howl, yes.” “Yes.” “Well, that’s why I ask you what you thought of me.” “I think you are very creative.” “But not fit for this job?” “Can New York combine with Chicago? In reality?” “Not in the woods, no. Not now.” “New York and Chicago, baker b.” “Thank you.”