He
caught his breath and tried to stand up, but the Witch had put one of
her big, long feet on his chest to hold him down. "What are you talking
about, Tube-face?" the Witch asked of the television-person.
"I am just admiring your gorgeousness!" said Telly in a musical tone of
voice. "Are you the next TV heart-throb? The next Susan Lucci? Are you
going to take the couch potatoes of the world by storm and make all of
them yearn to be you? You could, you know. You surely are already the
envy of everyone who has ever laid eyes upon you!"
The Witch looked at her prisoner. "What is this machine up to, boy? And
you'd best not lie to me again!"
"Oh, no!" replied Graham. "I have learned my lesson, to be sure. I
wouldn't think of telling another lie."
"Then what is this clinking, clanking, clattering collection of
caliginous junk babbling about?" she sneered.
"I'm truly relishing your magnificent beauty!" repeated Telly.
"My friend is simply admiring your beauty, like he said," answered
Graham, not sure why Telly was acting this way, but deciding it would be
best to play along. "I think he is quite smitten with you!"
"Really?" said the Witch. "Tell me more."
"You are truly a vision of loveliness!" charmed Telly in a most dramatic
manner.
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