Rain has fallen and created many water puddles in the streets of Harlem. Moving on an invisible cord, H.V.V. climbs the steps, a spider swollen on snake venom, of the building where Abdul’s office is located. All wormy and creepy-like, H. “Safecracker” Gould follows behind. The strange pair reach the top of the landing and are confronted with the glass door of Abdul’s office. It has the name of his magazine on it. They knock. Abdul comes to the door; he is putting his magazine together. What do you want? I would like to talk to you, Mr. Abdul. I am the publisher of the magazine the Benign Monster. Hey man, what was the idea of you putting my picture there last week without my permission. Those weren’t my views and you know it. And I didn’t like the lewd photos that accompanied the article. O we were merely trying to give you a friendly overture, perhaps boost the circulation of your magazine. According to our ratings we’ve climbed to 10,000 circulation. We plan to double that within a short time.
