"Crinkle Crankle," the agoraphobe well past his prime said quietly without turning his chair. "As a kid I loved their fancy cakes. Spent my allowance money on them. But one day it closed... they simply left. After getting the first and third ex-wife's name tattoo removed from my lower back I decided to do more of what I want to do, so I set out to build a factory shelling Zoobaybays for a living, negotiated for shelf space... but look at it now."

"Your first and third wife had the same name?"

"Same person."

"Sorry to open old wounds, but shouldn't someone find out what's going on there?"

No reply.

La David became frustrated and definitely turned on his heel.

Halfway down the stairs he heard the voice of the recluse. "Well I can't figure this thing out. But I do know one thing -- something weird is going on up there... that's a line from an old movie."