In a basement built in the old downtown section of Henpeck (since fallen into decay, a state made more hideous by the vestiges of the town’s former glory still obvious in the crumbling architecture and town monuments), a bent tennis racket (with a tendency to chain-smoke clove cigars) churned out religious pamphlets on a haunted mimeograph machine!
The BIG Question: What was haunting that terrible printing press?
—Mr. Smog Monster
[P.S. – After his religious anti-conversion, that tennis racket went on to become art theorist, editor, and functioning sociopath, Richard F. Yates!]