For some odd reason, my computer had turned itself back on, and the little animal that had once been so angry inside it was now still angry.

“I can’t believe it!” the creature fumed. “I just can’t believe it! How in the world do these people think I can possibly do my job with his voice in the background?” The poor little thing-a-ma-jigger pointed to a picture of Mamo that popped up on the screen. A little marker appeared in Huggles’s hand and he uncapped it before drawing a bright green moustache and goatee on the mob leader. “He normally looks like that. Only, he had lice not long ago and he had to shave them off. He cut his hair too. And when it started growing back, he dyed it black. It’s usually this dirty blond color. But noooo. Blond isn’t good enough for him now that he’s famous!”

I let the animal rage on.

“Trust me, he said, I’ll always be your friend, he said. But noooo. Not a thought for Huggles once he made it to the top! STUPID INBRED REDNECK! If it wasn’t for me, he’d still be sweeping floors in his daddy’s burger joint! Not that he ever remembered to sweep them, mind you. It was always ‘Oh. I’ll get to them on Monday.’ He sure was lazy. Yep. Laaaaaaaa-zy.”

The little guy was really on a roll.

“I told him. Yessss-sir, I told him. I told him that he’d never accomplish anything if he was lazy. But you know what his answer was? Huh? Do you know what the answer was to every single thing I ever told him? Just try to guess!”

I assured him that I wouldn’t even know where to begin.

“He always answered with the same darn thing. Yessss-sir. The same darn thing. ‘I guess that’s what I get for dating a sixteen-year-old.’ Eighteen years under his belt and dating a kid still in high school. I suppose that’s not nearly as bad as his friend, but we won’t mention that, now, will we?”

"If you don't want to mention it, don't." Although I'm normally a very nice person, this queer little animal was disrupting my usually quiet mornings.

“Oh, I’ll mention it all right. But first, I need you to get me out of these digs.”

“What?”

“Going deaf now as well? Come on, reach your hand in here and pull me out.”

“Umm... You’re inside the screen.” I tried not to sound like I was pointing out the blatantly obvious, but I’m not sure I accomplished the effect. Huggles rolled his eyes at me.

“You really don’t know much of anything, do you? Okay then. Just stick your hand in here and pull me out. Trust me. It’ll work. And if you don’t...” Huggles pulled a little gun out of thin air.

I nearly chuckled at the silliness of it. Nearly. Yes. Nearly.

If I had chuckled, it might have been me that was vaporized instead of my Aunt Eudora’s picture.

I stuck my hand through my monitor and grabbed the little pink monstrosity...