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"Bingo!" said Mr. Sockforahead, so suddenly that both men jumped.
The puppet had found a set of keys.
"These are for a car, right?"
"Uh... yes?" said Peter, hoping it was the right thing to say.
"The man has a car! You're doing great. My previous handy man, may he rest in constant torment, only had a
scooter. Pathetic!"
"Hey, that's right, he did have a scooter," said Terry. "Saddest thing I ever saw."
"You see?" said Peter. "How could I have known that? It proves this sock has a mind of its own!"
"You should listen to Blimpy here, he's pretty smart." Mr. Sockforahead turned to Peter. "Let's
go for a drive."
"Oh no, no way. I'm not going anywhere with you."
Mr. Sockforahead stared.
"Do you like being able to walk by yourself? Cos I can do it for you if I have to."
Peter felt a tingling in his legs, and his eyes widened.
"No, wait! Please, uh, sure, a drive. Whatever you want."
"Good decision."
Mr. Sockforahead thrust the keys into Peter's free hand.
"I'll, uh, get the door for you," said Terry, tapping his left hand discreetly.
"Move those legs, Pudgy."
Peter did as he was told. When he reached the door, Terry leapt at him and latched onto the evil sock.
"Hey, what're ya doin'? Nyeearrgh!"
There was a brief struggle, and Mr. Sockforahead thrust forward. Terry's polished noggin smacked into the wall,
where it made a deep impression in the plasterboard. Terry slumped, unconscious, to the floor.
"Jesus!" cried Peter.
"Hmmpf. Sorehead. Come along."
Peter stumbled into the hallway, and felt suddenly naked. The invisible man had nothing on him for passing through
crowded rooms unnoticed -- which was quite a feat, considering his size -- but wandering around with the spawn
of Satan on his hand was bound to attract attention.
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