Dear wickedly awesome readers,
You’re wondering what the heck this is, right? Great question. But don’t ask me cuz I haven’t a single freakin’ clue…
CALE: (wheels up) What the hell are you doing?
AUTHOR: Building a cloning device, obviously.
C: With tin foil and duct tape?
A: I have wire hangers too.
C: (raises a skeptical brow)
A: Don’t even say it, buddy…
C: That’s not going to work.
A: (pouts) Well, what do you suggest I use then, genius?
C: Common sense?
A: (shrugs) I’ll try the hangers first.
C: You’re insane.
A: You’re not even real.
C: You’re talking to me.
A: Okay, fine, I’m a little insane.
C: (mutters under breath) A little, my ass.
A: But if this works, I can clone another Mickey for ya.
C: I’m happy with the one, thanks.
A: The other can cook for you guys.
C: Then you’d better clone me too.
A: Oh? How come?
C: (shudders) Death by food poisoning.
Oh, yes. I just had a random conversation with my fictional character for no good reason. Don’t even pretend to act surprised.