Have you ever been tired, feeling bleary after a long day at work, and you come home to your empty apartment, drop your jacket in a corner of the room (you meant to hang it on a coat hook, but you misjudged the distance owing to that one bitch at work who insists on telling you how to do your job even though you already know), kick your shoes off, just barely missing the cat that your ex got for you cause commented once on how Morris the cat has disappeared off the societal radar (and you never liked that cat (or ex) anyway, but you keep it around because deep down you really do miss them), wander down the hall into the kitchen, open the fridge, stare moodily at the lack of food contained therein, give up in disgust, pour yourself a drink, knock it back in one slug, then wander into the living room, flop down on your Ikea couch (Morbo- it was black- and you were depressed over the cat ex), and turn on your Wal-mart tv to watch an episode of X-Factor, or Jersey Shore, or whatever shitass tv show you watch, and you're not really thinking about anything while you're doing it, and you turn your head because that damn cat knock over some cheap knick knack you've got cause your ex liked the way it looked, and you should just throw it away, except you can't really bring yourself to do it because your ex will come back to you when they realize what they gave up, and as you turn your head back, you see someone standing in your apartment who wasn't there a second before, and you turn your head to look and there's no one there.
Congratulations, dear fleshy. You've just seen one of the Teliki.
We'll talk more about them later.
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