What do you call a big guy named Herman, that looks like Frankenstein's monster, and who just walks into your house without permission?
The Knock-less Munster!
You started this!
I think, as the guys get out more into the world, they are going to find that more of their fellow humans have some pretty amazing abilities than they ever imagined!
Why should elves have all the fun?
Are you sure YOU aren't a witch?
You either have an amazing memory, or you have read these stories a lot more than I have!
These are questions that require more thinking than I am able to muster at this hour. Sorry!
RP, you're more fun than a Pintuckin after his fourth glass of Flower Wine!
You're asking me questions about the telepathy stuff I have really not considered yet. Let me consider that, and get back to you in the comments for the next Charlie Boone story! 😁
It seems that everyone should have their own interstellar communicator, though. They can buy them on Engris in the market. Place called Honest Harbondors' Handy Dandy Interstellar Communicator Emporium. They have a sale every fourth Slartz Day.
There was silence in the room as everyone listened. The next knock came after a slight delay, and there was again a noticeable pause before the third blow was delivered. It was not at all the way that a human would knock on a door, Charlie decided, sounding as if the one standing there wasn't even familiar with the task at hand.
"Is this the way it always sounds?" he asked Mildred, who was sitting forward in her seat now, listening.
"Yes. Almost like it's baffled by the door, rather th
She was his great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great Irish aunt. He always thought she was a little strange.
She always thought HE was a little strange!