Lightning flashes. Thunder crashes...
A crazed longtime local bibliophile laughs into the night.
Before him, in quiet repose, lies The Imperial Bookshop: Tasmania's largest secondhand bookshop.
Once it had been his master...
Now those roles are reversed.
Carefully, tenderly, lovingly, he clamps electrodes to the pert nipples of The Imperial.
He flicks a switch.
There's a sizzling sound; smoke fills the air; something smells like delicious roast chicken...
Then there's a loud groan, a moan, and a barely audible fart.
The bibliophile steps back...
And Cracked and Spineless New and Used Books takes its first few tentative steps forward.
It's alive.
It's alive!
IT'S ALIVE!!!!!!