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"Put me down!" you tell the creation. He pays no attention
to what you say, and runs outside the studio. "Hey, I've got tell
you something..." he begins. Wait a minute, he doesn't talk in the
movie! you tell yourself, only to rerealize this isn't a movie anymore.
"Yeah?" you ask. "I need to get back to the German Embassy, in New
York," he says. New York? No way! You're across the country,
there's not a chance you're taking this deranged, blonde, blue- eyed, acto-
hey, this isn't an actor! As you come to the frightening realization of
just who you're talking to, you begin to worry. Looking up, you say
in a shaky tone, "Um, well, I could give you a ride!" His glassy
blue eyes coldly stare at your face. "Good." You stand up, brushing
yourself off. Sucking in air through your teeth, you ask if he would
enjoy your company at the embassy. He turns, slowly, and looks at
you, not even a glimmer of a smile on his lips. "No." Then
he adds,