“Dylan had leftover duck for breakfast.” “Shhh,” Dylan says. “There are ducks in the park.” “Do you think the ducks are going to attack?” “A good old-fashioned quack attack, yes.” Samantha shakes her head. “Why do I . . . why do I anything with you?” “Because the D Machine is too irresistible.” “Gross, man,” I say. “Oh, that just stands for the Dylan Machine. I call my friend downstairs the—” Samantha claps her hand over his mouth. A true hero of our times.
