Return of the Mack

“Did you miss me?”

I’ve had at least two months of dreamless nights - thank God! Well … there were one or two non-memorable dreams. Now this.

(Sigh …) “All good things must come to an end …”

“I knew you’d be happy to see me again!”

“Joy to the world.” (Quiet expulsion of air)

“And I’ve moved back into the house where I stayed previously.”

“You mean the one you were put out of?”

“Precisely. It’s the ^♫Return of the Mack! ^♫”

“I’m sure Mark Morrison would have something to say about that.”

“Indeed. ^♫You know that I’d be back! ^♫”

(Groan)

“And I have grand plans for the house.”

“Hold up!! What do you mean, ‘grand plans?’ It’s not like it’s your house; and there are people

living there.”

“Not any more, they aren’t.”

“Huh?”

“Something about foreclosure or something. I don’t really know.”

“So is it that you bought the place? Or are you renting?”

“Nothing of the sort.”

“So you just move into the people’s house??”

“Absolutely! Things left to themselves tend to disorder.”

“I’d rather not have your kind of entropy!”

“Why not? Mine is pretty constructive!”

“I suppose this relates to the ‘grand plans’ thing you talking about?

“Yes, sir.”

“And what, pray tell, are you planning to build?”

“A discotheque.”

“A what???”

“A discotheque. I’ve already broken down the room on the east side to accommodate it.”

“What century BCE are you from? A discotheque???”

“Indeed. And it’ll be bigger than the house.”

“But that’s the people’s house!!”

“So I is not people too??”