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Ted decides that whole 'reclusive inventor reputation had been good for him. Spoiled him maybe. Because this sudden surge of interest is driving him nuts. His phone is off the hook and he's this close to going downstairs with a baseball bat. Being popular was lousy. Having the press hound you wasn't much better.
He eyes his game cube with sadness. There will be no new games if he can't so much as leave the premises. Damn.
He really didn't want to get mad about it though. He had enough problems. This was just one more that he'd cope with.
He decides to mope on his couch and daydream about spending the rest of his life on his own little island.
He eyes his game cube with sadness. There will be no new games if he can't so much as leave the premises. Damn.
He really didn't want to get mad about it though. He had enough problems. This was just one more that he'd cope with.
He decides to mope on his couch and daydream about spending the rest of his life on his own little island.