The police asked me what they should do with Count Baron's body in my bedroom. They told me about how difficult it is to remove a corpse and the evidence that need to be gathered and the paperwork they would have to file. I told them it's okay if they just leave him there and that I would find a place for him. They were very glad, thanked me and left after having eaten the cookie leftovers.

I first thought I'd use Count Baron as a door stopper, but then figured that this was kind of disrespectful. I dragged him into the living room and used him as TV stand instead. I always wanted something to put my Gaystation on.

People always wonder about my Gaystation and ask me weird questions about it, because they think it has something to do with kinky little fantasies, but I guess they just confuse it with a Praystation. I once bought some of these but returned them after I noticed that the only games for it were Scientology Go, Call of Rajneeshpuram, Jim Jones – Raiders of the Peoples Temple and Mormon Dance Party. There was only ever one good game, a collaboration between both systems called Praytha Gae'awae (I believe it's some Hindi term). It was about two very handsome young men, one named Para and the other named Dox, and together they formed the mysterious superhero duo Doxpara. They used their superpowers and nuclear-fuelled mecha armor to fight capitalism. They lost though, because the plutonium prices skyrocketed during the final battle.

Anyway.

After a few weeks I noticed that Count Baron started to smell and look funny and I asked Jake if this was normal. Jake told me that Count Baron was most probably a piece of modern transient art — like those trees covered in paint that change their design depending on how they grow. I had never thought about it but when Jake mentioned this I was reminded of Count Baron's kidney dolls and suddenly realized all the creative depth I had been blessed with since yesterday. It's truly a wondrous and inspiring thing to meet new people who live under your bed.