I am sleeping and Chako wraps his arms underneath my door and shakes the slab ’til the hinges rattle. I try ignore him but he causes such a commotion that it sounds like the place is being burglarized. I put on my shoes and attempt to leave the apartment. Chako shadows my every move and tries to slip out the front door. I yell at Mikey to control the thing. He obliges. I would hate Chako except that he exhibits moderate intelligence and has the same taste in weird Ed Norton movies. I won’t be sad, however, when the Russian Marathon and the Producer X return from Scandinavia to reclaim him.
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