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"Who?" "The devil!" "What? What, wha.."

"Hear me out. I can't find God. I've looked. Trust me. Forests, mountains, storms at sea, under rocks. I've looked. Nothing. But the devil is easy. Shoulda thought of that before. I want you to ask your boss if he could contact the Big Guy, for me. I need a sign. I'm not fussy. I'm not looking for favors or an outcome, just affirmation, a sign. It doesn't have to be a whirlwind. Tell him that my head is churning with small voices, still ones and otherwise, so that can't do it. A Oujda board? It doesn't have to be fancy or original. A t a l k i n g bird. Yes. A talking bird is fine. Have the bird use a code... um.. like... mmmm .. gotta be something clear ... but not too clear, then everybody'll get it .. how about having the bird say 'Johnson's in the fire'.. huh, a good one?" The host was shaking with his neck drawn in as he finally understood who this man of words might be and what that long hickory handle was peeking out from under a chair. Appropriately, his guest picked up on the recognition immediately and caught the shudder of attention directed to the axe handle. "Oh. I wouldn't worry my head off over that! That one's mine. Tell me, how do you do it?" to a whispered and shaky "What? Do? What?" "How do you lose your humanity so easily? How do you smear a wonderful lady with vile words and foul her with counterfeit imagery and, yet, carry yourself with such dignity in the company of mankind... Mankind. Man.... Kind..... Kind, gentle, benevolent, humane.. humane .. of the essence of humanity, at its best, perhaps, or even of the average would be better. I think that is what the devil snake is all about. No? Is that a club secret? You just wiggle out of your human skin when it doesn't suit.