10- Melted Memories
Doc watched Robbie pick up his bags and his vacuum.
"It's odd," Doc said. "I think I've seen them before."
Nancy crackled on.
"And how do ya know?" Nancy asked.
Doc shuddered. "I just know."
Nancy paused. "Hey, what did they use to make you?"
Doc scratched his head. "I'm made of scrap metal melted down and shaped into a new form." He paused. "It's too late, we've got to..." he whispered in a singsong voice.
Nancy's image darkened a bit.
"You were good for a week, Doc," Nancy said. "Now you're at it again."
"Oh, sorry," Doc replied. "It's every time I think of that, it just comes to me." Another pause. "Just try to relax, it's a...
"House of Wax?" Nancy finished. "I'd send you to a shrink, but they don't offer therapists for appliances."
"With fiber optics cast in plastic..." Doc muttered. "Was I a phone in a past life?"
"According to last week, you were a lamp."