"Did you buy the goat's head, Martha?" asked John Huper sitting patiently on the seat of toilette.
     "No, not yet you fat bastard," said Martha lovingly, "I tried to surprise you before... remember... I think you didn't get me the first time."
     "But I've never got you, honey pie," said John Huper now smoking his salamander sticks. "The point is that there are two kinds of people in the world: People who gyrate and shake, and people who stand still while the ground gyrates and shakes beneath them. You see, honey pie, you are neither people. You are not even a person. You're a damned existence wailing in the nadir of pestilence and obfucation. I'm about done talking now. I don't think you fully understand. Let me say that again: I don't think you fully understand. And that's alright, you see... I am nothing of what you think of me. I am a mere piece of wind blowing on a dead man's arse. I am a naked man clothed in the light of the law. I am but a poor rich man throwing money on myself for some self-indulgence of never and pretty pain martyrdom. I hope I'm making sense, honey pie, because if I'm not then I'm no more than a piece of tuna chunking the seas of death through the waves of life. Do you understand me now?"
     "No," said Martha. She walked into the room that she was just standing in. In fact, because she was standing in the room previously, she did not have to move to walk in. She looked to the side of the room where the escape-goat was lying. It was grunting, wallowing in its own saliva. Martha had no purpose now. This was her purpose.
     "What ever happened to Eddie Vedder?" asked Carl Huper. He was hiding behind the couch. He had been defying the laws of nature by trying to think of not defying the laws of the unnatural.
     "I dunno," said John Huper, "hopefully the bastard is still making music. They were a good little band but then it got out of hand. The stardom got to Eddie's head. Got to the point where Eddie had no head no more, just a brain."
     "What a waste," said John Huper.
     Carl Huper confirmed. But he was always confirming the existence of life through his own selfish forgiveness. How could he substatiate the allegations of the waning Eddie Vedder. He simply could not.
     The doorbell rang.
     Martha walked to the door and opened it. She smiled and hugged young Theodore Huxtable.
     "What's up you undemoralizing pig of a woman," screamed Theodore Huxtable, "just kidding! Just kidding!"
     "I forgive ya, I forgives ya," said Martha.
     "How's your dad, Theo?" asked John Huper, standing up from the seat of toilette.
     "I don't know, he's been gone now for two days. Rudi can't stop crying and mom's on the binge of her molasses addiction again. Vanessa can't stop grinding either. Damn! The way she grinds that corn!"
     Something about what Theodore just said bothered John Huper. It not only bothered him, it enlightened him. John looked and saw the uncompromising pain in Theodore Huxtable's heart. Yes, his father was an abuser and womanizer. But only in real life. And real life doesn't count for anything.
     "What else going on, Theo?" asked Carl Huper.
     Theodore Huxtable winced a bit. In fact, he didn't wince. Forget that. He walked a step backwards. John Huper looked in his eyes. Something was so wrong it had to be right.
     "If lovin's you so wrong, I don't wanna be right," sang Carl Huper.
     "Stop it, you son of a bitch!" said Martha putting her firm foot down. She gulped harshly. Her unfirm foot gave way and broke into two leaving on the floor a vast sea of raw flesh, muscles, and fresh blood.
     "Omigosh!" screamed Theodore Huxtable. "We've got to rush you to the hospital."
     "No, no need for that," was Martha's last breath. She fell and died stone dead on the floor.
     Theodore Huxtable let go a scream so harsh that it filled the air with loneliness.

     Later that day young Theodore Huxtable realized his purpose in life. It was to make his life have purpose.
     "a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, l-m-n-o-p, q, r, s, t, u, v, w, x, y and zed", sang young Theodore Huxtable. He finally understood. He finally understood.