Siren's Pull

Uh.

[He looks more than a little sheepish. See, he wasn't paying attention, when he started this - yesterday (sorry, Dr. Banner.) and he's just now realized what he's done...]

I know there's a lot o' folk out there who dunno how t'cook or jus' ain't got no time.

[He's REALLY awkward. Especially since, after the cookout, he'd thought he got it all out of his system.]

So, um, well...

[He turns the camera and shows the Port his kitchen.

There are pies, cakes, cupcakes, cookies, and stuff that look like badly made scones (they are badly made scones, he's still working on those) over every single surface of the kitchen. Some are cooling on the stove, the chairs and the kitchen table are covered. So are the counters.

Then, he pans into the living room. Mimsy is asleep on the couch. She twitches a bit, but doesn't move as Kevin shows the one table from the barbecue that's also got desserts on it.

Kevin has a problem. A tasty, tasty problem.]

If'n anyone wants some? They're welcome t'em. I'm gonna limit folks t' one dessert a piece, but if'n ya want some, lemme know? I cain't fit 'em all into the freezer.

Umm, Sorry, Dr. Banner. I'll clean up the kitchen.

[So, look who's alive and not dead at all. He's not been seen around much at all, but, a couple of people have seen him. Ya know, the important ones. Like Mommy and Frau.

So, he's in the basement of his house, sitting in a corner, wearing nothing but a white tank top and jeans. He just doesn't care if he's half naked, because... he's just with Mimsy, so whatever.]

Howdy.

[That was a bit dumb, but... why the hell not?]

I, uh, well, ya see, I'm outta work. An' I need somethin' t'pay fer livin' expenses an' stuff.

Got a few special circumstances.

I c'n cook, bake, an' work with metal. I jus'... cain't work with people, or animals. An' I cain't work in a confined place.

If'n anyone's got any ideas, I'm open t'em. Jus' lemme know.

Thanks.

[He reaches for the NV,except Mimsy gets excited and jumps at the phone. So, there is some footage of the inside of her mouth and then the shop, including some metal and a lot of tools.]

Mimsy! Gimme that back! MIMSY!

[Finally, the feed is shut off. Thanks, pup.]