"Brother," Mort greeted me, "you were right and how!"
"About the loony—" I began.
"That's right," Mort said. "He was as loony a loony as I've ever heard of. We finally got rid of him."
"Got rid of him?" I blurted the question.
"Yeah," Mort nodded. "And I hope for good. He just faded off, about half an hour after his voice began to get dimmer and dimmer, and that was that."
"But—" I began.
"And wait'll you hear who that bug thought he was."
"Gabby who?" I asked.
"Gabby, nuts. I messed it up the first time. He thought he was Gabriel, the Angel Gabriel, no less!" Mort exclaimed, tapping the side of his head.
"The Angel Gabriel?" I echoed.