“Do you think this is the key to our problem, Frido?”

The scientist leapt down from his stool in anger.

“I told you never to use that name! It’s Dr. Ochentaker! For the love of God…”
He strutted across the room on his small legs and walked out the shimmering force-field door.

Loretta sighed. Wouldn’t that small man she loved so much ever understand that she liked the name Frido?

She shook her head and went to bother the angel some more.