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It has always seemed to me that my existence consisted purely and exclusively
of nothing but the most outrageous nonsense.
- Thomas ‘Laughing Boy’ Ligotti
Me: The Rats in the
Walls?
Him: The walls were
full of rats, remember?
Me: Yeah, yeah.
Him: “I can smell
them! I’m going to have to shut this
shop down, it’s full of rats!”
Me: It was probably just builders next
door, I didn’t mean to frighten the poor person. So, any titles there you think we can
cannibalise or cobble together or do you want to come up with a new one? ‘cause we can’t just call this, ‘The Trap
Door and Other Weird Tales’.
Him: The Unnameable… In the Vault…
Me: I dunno.
Him: The Horror at
Fang Rock…
Me: ‘The Horror at Fang Rock’? That’s been done, I think.
Him: Sorry, I misread
it. It’s The Horror at Red Hook.
Me: Ummm…
Him: The Colour Out
of Space…
Me: That’s a good un. Unless we mash two of them together?
Him: What? Like ‘The Call of Pickman’s Model’?
Me: We could do that,
yeah.
Him: I meant like
that, I didn’t mean that.
Me: No.
The sea badger makes its squamous way across the room, ruining the carpet.
Him: ‘The Shunned Sandwich’?
Me: Ha! ‘The Shunned Sandwich’!
Him: The Shunned
House and The Dunwich Horror. Or
Dunwich.
Me: It’s Dunwich.
Him: Dunwich. I’ve never been there, so I don’t know.
Me: It’s twinned with
Rhyl.
Him: Really?
Me: Ha!
No.
Him: It’s a shame
that it’s not The Shunned Sandwich. I’d
have liked that.
Me: Shall we call it
that?
Him: Yeah, alright.
Me: The Shunned Sandwich. That’s our intro.
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