The Long and Short of It

Dennis awoke to the horrible sounds of some kind of creature, just munching. Just munching away. He hoped that he could escape via a gully or otherwise appropriated physical conduit, from that crazy sound, but knew in-hand that such levity might be impossible.

"What am I going to have to do to make you go away?" he asked.

The creature raised its head in its age-old way, in its cross-dimensional double-seeing and triple-talking way. "You tell me, Dennis," said the creature, menacingly. "You tell me."

"I cannot just delete my actions in history," said Dennis. "It would be a farce. It would be a joke. It would only result in me looking like a fool."

"Who grew up and made *you* a slave? Btw, I like how this is somehow 'all about you'."

Dennis stared at the creature with profound confusion. "You mean -- you mean I can actually rewrite history?" he uttered. Antagonists in dreams never use acronyms, do they?

"Who do you think is writing this very dialogue?"

"No way! Nobody loves me *that* much!" cried Dennis.

There was a deep laugh. "Yes. Nobody."