Background First, Then a Toaster Scud Peabody was a genius. Of that Hedge was certain. He'd come to the conclusion earlier in the day while seated beside Scud at Milo’s Corner Diner, before it became obvious he was going to need a toaster. Milo's Corner Diner was an unimaginative self description with broad windows on two sides that faced the streets. A perpetual greasy haze hung about the ceiling and the place smelled of hot sausage and syrup. The walls were a sickly, off yellow like the watered-down orange juice and a ceiling fan with a broken blade jerked lazily all year round. “You don’t l… look like a plant,” Scud stuttered. He did this sometimes, and his whole face squinted in an effort to get a word past his lips. Scud Peabody was a scruffy, skinny, troll of a man whose eyes bulged from his head like mushroom bulbs at the end of their stalks, jerking from one object to the next, his mind a constantly spinning carousel of jangling, obnoxious thought. He had a baggy, hound-dog face with a stubbly mouth always hanging open.
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