Scene: Leila sits down at her desk. It is late at night, and she is weary. She has that nasty eerie feeling like something is watching her. She turns around. It is watching her with black, beady eyes.
Blog reaches out with long fingers and starts stroking Leila's neck.
Leila: Go away.
Blog: It has been a while, hasn't it, Leila?
Leila: A while. A short while.
Blog leans closer.
Blog: It's been a month, Leila. You haven't fed me any posts for a month. I'm hungry.
Leila: It's 11pm, and I'm tired. I've spent an evening fighting off a potential world invasion.
Blog: World invasion?
Leila: Of ants.
Leila: Ants. In the kitchen.
Blog: You're saying that ants are more important than me.
Leila: I never said that. It's just that you have to get rid of ants straightaway, or -
Blog: Where's my post, Leila? I have waited weeks, and weeks.
Blog whispers in Leila's ear.
Blog: I can't even begin to describe how hungry I am, Leila.
Leila: I'll give you a post. I'll give you a post tomorrow. Ok?
Blog: I think I am too hungry to wait until tomorrow.
Leila: You don't understand. I have to sleep.
Leila: I explained about sleep, remember? How I actually really do have to sleep?
Blog puts a hand under Leila's chin and turns her head so that she has no choice but to look into Blog's eyes.
Blog: I am so hungry that if you don't give me a post right now, I will just have to eat you instead. Ok?
Blog opens its mouth. Its breath smells like cigarettes and old peppermints.
Leila: Fine! I'll write you a post! Just stop doing that!
Blog's eyes widen.
Blog: You will?
Leila: I will. Right now.
Leila thinks for a moment.
Leila: You know, Blog, I'm still very tired. If I write you a post right now, it won't be a very good post. Wouldn't you rather wait until tomorrow, when I can cook you up something much better and -
Blog opens its mouth again.
Leila: Ok! Ok! I'll give you a post right now!
Leila starts to type.
Blog: I could always eat you anyway.