Ernie threw his beer can on the floor. Foam spewed out and soaked the rug. "All right," Ernie bellowed, "All right—Hello!"
Jory stopped. He put his hand to his head and looked excited. He was wearing earphones, Ernie saw.
"Ernie!" Jory said. "Do you see me?" He looked blindly out of the screen.
In his rage, Ernie nearly kicked in the face of the set. "Yes, I see you! What are you trying to pull?"
Jory turned excitedly to someone beside him, but off the screen. "I've got him," he said quickly. "He's awake." He turned and faced Ernie.
"Look, Ernie, I can't see you but we've got a microphone in your room. I can hear every word you say. Now sit down for a minute and let me explain."
"You'd better," Ernie said ominously.
"Are you sitting?"
"Yeah, I'm sitting. Get on with it."
"I've been on your screen every night for the past week, Ernie. We took over the station. And we've been broadcasting to you on all channels for the past week."