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"Hugo?"
"Yeah, Lefty?"
"What's our plan?"
"Wasn't that in the script?"
"No, it just said that the socks rescue Harv. It didn't even have camera angles. I think the author was hoping the director would provide artistic license or something."
"Well I don't see a director anywhere, do you?"
"Not with all this smoke. I hope this isn't carcinogenic."
"Black powder and talc. Not to worry."
"That's good."
The socks rolled over to the mill stone where Harv was tied up. They started untying the knots as only creatures created out of serial knots could.
"You get his hand, Lefty. I'll get his feet."
"Okay. I'm not speaking to his socks, anyway."
The socks set about undoing the knots. Lefty just about had his finished when he looked up. Hug was struggling with the last knot around Harv's ankle. Suddenly, the short ravel that Hugo always left hanging as "artistic" caught in the mill stone. Lefty looked on in horror as his pair mate was slowly and inexorably dragged underneath the stone.
"HUGO!" he screamed.
"Untie the last knot! I'll see you on the other side!" cried Hugo. And he disappeared.
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