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Venice? Did he say Venice? What?
Molly ca was just A-OK in Dogland
Then she noticed so on a six-inch-wide tube of bologna serving as the thing’s ankle
"AARRRRRGHHHH!!!!"
It dropped me to the floor I scrambled to my feet and ran downstairs The meat
He was holding the stereo
The monster stopped halfway down the staircase, its eyeless turkey head staring down the device in John’s hands, as if recognizing the danger
Oh, how that Old Testa David’s harp, seeing at work a for , that the same poas about to be tapped
John nodded, as if to say, "Checkmate"
He pushed the "play" button
Sound filled the room, a crystal melody that could lift any huain" by Whitesnake
The rabbed the spots on the turkey where its ears would be and fell to its knees John wielded the stereo before hi the sound closer to the beast Every inch of its fat-ony
"Take it!" John screamed, suddenly emboldened "It looks like you should have taken tirabbed its abdoht
Instead it pried loose a canned ham and, before John could react, hurled it at the stereo, the can whizzing through the air like a Randy Johnson fastball
Direct hit Sparks and bits of plastic flew The stereo tumbled out of John’s hands and fell heavily to the stairs
Disarmed, John hopped down to the floor as the beast rose to its feet and pursued It grabbed John by the neck It snatched at rabbed the coffee thermos from the table I ran back with the thermos, spun off the top and dashed the contents at the meaty arm that held John
The meatstrocity screamed The arm smoked and bubbled, then burst into flame The li to the hardwood below John was free, falling to his knees and gasping for air
The beast howled, collapsing to the floorarm, it pointed at me
"You’ll never defeat me, Marconi! I have sealed this house with my powers You cannot escape!"
I stopped, put my hands on my hips and strode up to it "Marconi? As in, Doctor-slash-Father Albert Marconi? The guy who hosts Magical Mysteries on the Discovery Channel?"
John stepped over and glared at the wounded thing "You dumbass Marconi is fifty years old He has white hair Dave and I aren’t that old co so waist-deep in a pile of his ownturned its turkey at et you in touch with Marconi so you two can work out your little differences, will you release us?"
"You lie!"
"Well, I can’t get hi as superhuht? Here"
It watchedto a secretary, a press agent, a bodyguard, an operator, the secretary again and finally a personal assistant, I got through
"This is Marconi My secretary says you have some kind of a meat monster there?"