Twas a fine morn, just before noon, when Matrex returned to his
humble shack. Spozzled as he was, he glanced in bewilderment at what lay before him.....it
seemed the tartan terror had snuck in while he was away!!

Matrex, in his delight, decided to prepare a surprise monologue
of welcome and salutation.

Neither did the Terror flinch nor offer him a popsicle, so
Matrex tuned his attention elsewhere...not suspecting a thing...until:::::::::::