So ZK is gone... or so we've been led to believe. But is he really? Can the furry menace really have returned whence he came? It's Ndbag telling us this, so we're forced to believe that it's true. On the other hand, we know in our hearts that he's not far away, that if we turn a corner that dread countenance may well be there, grinning at us with those hideous teeth. So whom do we trust: ourselves or Ndbag?
The answer, of course, is "both".
"But wait," you cry. "Both? How is that possible? Is this some sort of quantum paradox, whereby ZK is both here and a cat?" Fret not, gentle reader; no nanoscopic shenanigans are at play here; merely the everyday interplay of our subconscious fears and our rational mind. ZK may indeed may be gone, but he lives on in our nightmares.
So how are we to rid ourselves of this spectral menace? Whom can we call?
Inevitably, we look to Ndbag for succour. But we are spurned.
Why? Why does the boogeyman abandon us? Foolish reader! He does no such thing.
Yes, he rejects our plaintive cries, insisting that ZK is gone. But in doing so, he reminds us of our hampers. To Ndbag, ZK is gone, for Ndbag is in his hamper. And where is that hamper? In Mylene's closet. In other words, he's home, secure in the closet where he's surrounded by those who would stand, metaphorical pitchfork at the ready to repel any phantoms who would encroach into Morpheus' realm.
There is, truly, no place like hamper. And those who share our hampers leave us, for once, without the need to look to Ndbag. But it is to Ndbag we had to look to realise this.
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