The Whirlmachine spits out this post rapidly

"Meep."

Quite a confounding thing to say for an electric pink mongoose currently tying you to your bed.

"Meep meep."

He with the monocles, two of them upon his eyes, bends over me. Big monocles. Big eyes. Dinnerplates of swirling chaos staring wildly at me. More purple hairball than identifiable species. Hairball with way too much static electricity. He nods briskly to the mongoose, who just says, "Meep meep meep," as she continues tying.

"Behold!" Mister Hairball bellows while spraying saliva from his buckteeth, "We shall make you happy, like it or not! Do not bother resisting, or we shall tie you up! Oh, wait you already resisted, too late for you now!"

"Meep meep meep meep."

"Shortly you shall behold happiness! The worldwide solution! Lift the curtain!"

The curtains part, and---

"Meep meep meep meep meep!"

I cannot help but smile.