Sammy has an interview with the famous Goggle Man by Dame Elisabeth Frink. But he is warned that he will be able to ask only one question.

“What if I ask him why I’m permitted but one question?” Sammy considers. He is afraid that the Goggle Man might not know the answer. Or might say something glib. Something like: “Cuz that’s all the time there is.” And then what? Like does your tongue freeze up like some petrified clam?

Who would have guessed that Goggle Man has a penchant for clam chowder? Sammy pours himself another glass of port and slices another couple of cubes of low fat cheddar cheese. He wishes there were crackers.