"Did you SEE how SMALL his "thingie" was?" she cackled.

"Hard not to notice
The obvious shortcoming.
Nice horns and tail though."

D.C.'s brow furrowed for a moment, then she asked, "Do you always speak in 17 syllables, ~ya~?"
"Not always but
the alternative is ugly.
Don't get me started."
She shrugged her shoulders at both this enigmatic reply and at her frustration at being unable to conjure up her brother, so she took a break, poured a glass of the Balmoral, lit an Ex and searched her incantation manuals. The wine was like velvet, with flavors reminiscent of sweet plum, black olive and violets, while the smoke was smooth and rich, and they calmed her mind most agreeably. As she sought the solution to her dilemma, ~yu_no_hu~ floated around the room, admiring the works of art and books of poetry, especially the Interspecies Romance Whirly-gigs and the 1st prints from the Jazz Hai_ku movement.

After a short time, Debra Cadabra exclaimed "Hah! I'll find you now, Fred!"

With that, she returned to her machine of conjuring, where she made some subtle code corrections and once again cast her spell. This time there appeared a shabby, unkempt character with long dirty hair, a belly that protruded from beneath a tie-dye Grateful Dead t-shirt and bell bottomed blue jeans. Shoeless, and glassy eyed, he was power puffing the strangest looking (and smelling) cigar she'd ever seen. He had a bewildered look on his face as he took in his new surroundings, and after some seconds, he spoke.

"Wow, man, what a rush!"

Debra Cadabra leapt to her feet.

"You are NOT my brother," she told him accusingly, stamping her pretty little foot. "Who are you?"

"I'm Fat Freddie, who are you? And what happened to MY brothers?"

"Oooh!" she cried, and again punched the Back button, returning him whatever god-forsaken crashpad he came from.
And then the poet spoke.
"You should have waited.
He could have been the connection
I've been looking for."
"Make your own connection, ~hop_head~," she spat back, "I just want to talk to my brother!"
~ya_hu~, nonplussed, floated motionless for several moments; then he suggested:

"Why not ditch this dog
For a better idea?
Call Fred on the phone."

Debra Cadabra was immediately struck by this profound bit of wisdom and exclaimed, "LOL!!! Of course! What was I thinking? HAH!!!"
And with that, the problem was solved, the call was placed, and Debra Cadabra and her brother Fast Freddie were connected by a mundane but no less effective medium, the time honored horn of Ameritek.

In the meantime, ~ya_hu~ took advantage of this interlude to insinuate his way into the Lady's wardrobe, where he amused himself by trying on any of Debra's robes, scarves, skirts and blouses that would fit his once girlish figure.

And so it goes ..

Debra Cadabra was having a bad day.

It started when she let loose the hounds, Harley and Baloo, for their morning constitutional. They rousted up a polecat, got a facefull of spray, and then brought it home to share with their mistress.

It got worse at work, where John the Apothecary barked at her all afternoon, belittling her not only for the lingering odor, but also her belief in the Goddess, herbal remedies and her practice of the magical. He ignored the good things she did, constantly berating her off beat ways, usually ending his diatribes with the dogma, "Better living through alchemy."

A good Excalibur #4 on the way home was only a brief respite from the angst. After tending to the dogs, listening to the musical strains of the Zigzag Wanderer, and taking some slight repast, she withdrew to her private chamber to cast a spell of summoning, in order to hear soothing words from her brother, Fast Freddie, Big Shot Lawyer from New York City.

She lit candles, which she had arranged in the shape of a pentagram about her monitor. Then she programmed her incantation, but was quite surprised when there appeared not her sibling, but the nudist Buddhist poet known as ~ya_hu~, sitting in a half-lotus and hovering some 2 feet above the floor.

He greeted her with a smile, saying,
"Debra Cadabra!
Well met, and finally so.
Got a glass o' wine?"

"Why yes ~ya~, there is some Rosemount Syrah in yon decanter. Help yourself, and put this on, please," she said handing him one of her robes. "It's so nice to finely meet yu, but I am afraid that I'm a bit distracted at the moment, and I must try to reach my brother again."

"No hey problema.
yu_du your little vu_du;
I'll just hang around."

He donned the robe, not only out of respect for the Lady, but also because it was made of the sheerest silk, and he liked the feel of women's clothing on his body.

After recalibrating her spell and pressing Enter, she and ~hu~ were both shocked to see none other than the Devil himself, dripping wet, a bottle of Gaja Sperrs Barolo in one hand, and a Padron Anni Maduro in the other, obviously taken directly from his bath. He was fearsome in appearance in all ways save one, massively muscled, and seemingly without a neck. He was also just a wee bit drunkly-poo, and singing a drop dead knockout version of "Just a Gigolo," at the top of his lungs in the voice of Louis Prima.

"Oops!" gasped Debra and she immediately hit the Back button on the Inter-dimensional browser, and the Beast disappeared, apparently unaware of his teleportation to and from whatever he11 he came from.

Debra and the ~hu_man~ both exhaled loudly, then broke out in hysterical laughter.