I my garage, I created a 1:6 scale model

the secretary Princess Leah, the coffeemachine R2D2, and the division head Jabba the Hut. After I collected hair locks from my office mates, I used voodoo to give myself a raise

d office chair. The janitor came in and nodded cooly towards me. It was Lando. The Admin came in and whispered to division head Jabba. "You weak minded fool!"

Hey, I objected to that. Sure, I'd been enrolled on and off in the local community college for the past 26 years with no degree to show for it, but Jabba's words stung in a way I

could only express by re-enacting Papilllon, in its entirety, using finger puppets. The main technical challenge was the credible representation of Louis' broken ankle, which

was accomplished with relative ease by crooking the knuckle at an angle, but remembering to do so each scene was difficult. It was the only finger-puppet presentation of Papillon

Done by a monarch butterfly himself that made it look easy. Mr. Monarch was needing some liquid poison to vapidate the moths who had fallen in love at the Croydon Hotel. They were

hatching eggs all over the place with their 'love' and guests were becoming agitated by the silk worms ending up in their breakfast each morning. One even felt at liberty to

flip me the bird with one of it's tiny silkworm feet. I would have smashed it, but it was in my Cream of Wheat at the time and I was wearing my good shirt. So I ate around it, and

then carried my bowl to the kitchen sink where I washed it down the drain. That was that. Or so I thought. That night, it visited me in a dream. "I'll be baaaaaaack!" I'm waiting.