Tales From The Morgue xx-xx-xx Interface To Terror

M&J, audio theater presents Chet Chetters, Tails, From the More. Come in my friend. Yes, have a seat won't you? There you are. My name is Chet Chetter. I'm the Morga Tender, resident storyteller.

We hear the Morga have just bought a new computer. I'm trying to transfer the information from our old filing system. Now then let's see. Press S for store and then enter. Oh, Drat. Failed again, I'm afraid.

I'm afraid I'm not mentally equipped for this sort of thing. Computers and technical manuals and such. However, I do recall a story about a young man who knew this technology very well. He lived in a two-story house in the country and not too far from a big city.

I think even went so far as to put a laboratory on the second floor. Mm-hmm. There we go. Let's see now. I'll just adjust the transmitting signal. Adjust the head size. Accelerate the receiving coordinates to 17.

There it is. It is finally complete. My greatest invention. Now, all I need is a guinea pig to test a dog. Hey! Hey, name frame! Hey, you're more right. You're a fair scoot but all the kids here?

Now, brother's home. Mm-hmm. I think I have a volunteer. Uh, yes. Yes, brother. I'm upstairs. Come up here. I have something I want to show you. Oh, yes. Oh, well, the excitement's killing me. I can't wait.

Hey, you've been up here all day playing with this stupid chemistry, saying, hey, you little king. It is a lab retoy, brother. I need it for my work. I'm an inventor. No, no, wrong, wrong.

You ain't no inventor, because you never sold nothing. You know why you never sold nothing, because these inventions are yours. They crap. That's one. Oh, well, now that hurts, brother. When you're going to wise up, hey, why don't you go out and find a job and bring some money into this house?