“So, you’re…Wait. Wait a minute. Are you trying to say…?” Scott bit his lip and squinted. “Are you suggesting that you are…?”
“The hidden form inside the item that you unceremoniously tossed in the trash hours prior?” the creature suggested, the I-can’t-believe-I-have-to-do-this-every-time so obvious in his voice it was practically its own thought bubble. “Yes.”
“Oh,” Scott said simply. His forehead relaxed. He smiled. “All right then. I amdreaming. Hallelujah.”
The creature snorted. “Wonderful. You’re dreaming. Now dream your hand over here and get me out of this falarking mess.”
It seemed easier for Scott to reach for the little guy knowing that it wasn’t something real. He put out one hand, not quite content to drop the bat just yet, and let it use his finger as leverage to climb out and drop to the floor.