waking, covered in a cold sweat, I ran to the window and yelled down to one of the urchins milling about on the street: “You there boy, what do you call the pink blob that inhales people and animals?”
"Why, Popopo, sir."
"Not ‘Kirby’, then is it?"
The boy furrowed is brow in confusion, “No sir, it’s Popopo, sir.”
And that’s when I understood…