That’s right, run! Ean shouted as he chased Fifi into the kitchen. Unfortunately, the dog had disappeared by the time E entered the room.
MORTAL! The fridge roared. I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO BED. UNLESS YOU’RE LOOKING FOR A MIDNIGHT SNACK? I CAN RECOMMEND THE CHEESE.
Right, whatever, Ean groused. Then he left to scrub his bed and change his bedding.
MORTAL? The fridge tentatively asked once Ean had left. ARE YOU STILL THERE?
When no one answered, the refrigerator began to cackle.
MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA, it said. ALRIGHT, FIFI, YOU CAN COME OUT NOW.
From a narrow crevice between the base of the fridge and a neighboring counter, Fifi emerged. Yip?
THAT’S RIGHT, the refrigerator replied. NOW REMEMBER: FOR EVERY TIME YOU WAKE THE PUNY ONE UP, YOU’LL GET A TREAT WHEN I AM SUPREME DICTATOR OF THE UNIVERSE.
Yip! Fifi declared. Yip Yip Yip Yip Yip….