"What shall I tell Mr. Lippincott this is in reference to?"
"The Folcroft Sanitarium account and a matter of twelve million dollars."
The secretary dutifully conveyed the information to Jeremy Lippincott by intercom.
Lippincott's amplified voice was grating. "Confound it! I have already explained the mistake to the IRS. Twice. Why are they sending more people to annoy me?"
"Because," barked Big Dick Brull into the speaker, "IRS takes no answers at face value, and no prisoners at all."
"Sir! You can't go in there!" the secretary protested.
Big Dick Brull barged in anyway. He crossed the threshold, and behind his desk, Jeremy Lippincott froze in midnibble, eyes startled, the raw carrot dropping from his poufy pink fingers.
Both men froze for an eternity that lasted barely thirty seconds. Lippincott gulped guiltily.
Big Dick Brull lost the contents of his bladder before he lost consciousness.
THE NEXT THING he knew it was hours later and he was in hospital being looked over by a team of doctors and his immediate IRS superior, who was looking very displeased.
"You have a lot of explaining to do, Brull."
Brull did his best to explain. "It was a big fuzzy bunny rabbit. It followed me from the hospital. It's been following me for days, beating its drum. I don't think it likes me."
"I received a call from the Almighty. She is very upset at me. In turn, I am very upset with you. It seems you seized a private hospital without going by the book and managed to screw us up with DEA, FEMA and no one knows who else."
Big Dick Brull looked at his naked toes peeping out from under the bed sheet. "A bunny wabbit stole my shoes," he said in a tiny voice. "Pterodactyls ate my paperwork."
"There, there," he was told by one of the attending physicians. "No need to repeat it all. We heard enough while you were under. Why don't you rest?"
"Dickie wants to go home," Brull said in a whiny voice.
"That's not possible right now. In fact, we're thinking of moving you to a place where they know how to deal with people who see pink rabbits and purple pterodactyls."
Big Dick Brull looked blank.
"Yes. It's a marvelous facility. Not very far from here, in fact. Perhaps you've heard of it. Folcroft Sanitarium?"
Big Dick Brull opened his mouth to scream. All that came out was a mousey squeak. Then they injected the needle into his forearm.