"I think man is the most sexual of all animals," said Yulhvv.

"Well, in general, the males don't rape the females in order to procreate, so I guess that's a good thing," M$V$ replied.

Yulhvv, somewhat dismayed by this turn of events, countered, "Remind me never to let you out of your cage, M$V$," at which M$V$ began banging his shotgun against the metal pipes of which his cage was comprised. For months now it had been like this, or what seemed like months anyway to Yulhvv. It would've been simple enough to keep track of whether or not the sun was visible, map this to some time of day, and to mark off the days that way -- in fact, he even had several aids for doing so, such as the device on his wrist which divided days into two periods with 12 subdivisions each, and a map on his wall which marked the proposed progression of these days in terms of months and years -- but Yulhvv hadn't availed himself of these so-called opportunities. Questions about time seemed more fleeting than time itself in the face of his major concerns, which right now had a lot to do with why exactly it was that M$V$ had voluntarily sworn off food for the past 3 days. Was it 3 days? He began to wonder if M$V$ himself knew.

Yulhvv said, "I'm going out for some air." This of course was a lie -- there was plenty of air inside the building -- however, it afforded him the opportunity to step out of the building and into the damp yet sufficiently warm night. What bothered him most was how apathetic M$V$ could be. When Yulhvv had unlocked his companion's cage 3 days ago (it must've been three days . . .), he wasn't expecting M$V$ to be outwardly thankful, but he wasn't prepared for his complete lack of response. The unexpected silence was so deafening and so frightening that Yulhvv provided M$V$ with his shotgun, threw rocks at the cage, threatened to stop feeding him, locked himself in the cage with M$V$, all in hopes of eliciting some sort of reaction. Try as he might, the most he could ever get back were these noncommittal verbal responses to his statements, or totally ambiguous actions rendered further meaningless within the entirety of the time this situation had been unfolding.

Frozen, Yulhw moved silently through his opulent flower garden. Did M$V$ consider this a “situation?” If only he could think of some way of getting M$V$ out of that cage! But then what would happen? He recalled something his mechafather had once admonished upon him as a youngster. “Every cage has bars,” his mechafather had told him, ”and every bar has cages.” Yulhw had paid close attention to this advice, and in all his life, wherever he went, he had never found this not to be the case.

What a cold evening! The wind was really starting to get to Yulhvv, even after being broken by his jacket. He knew his thoughts were narrowed down somewhat -- it always seemed to happen when the weather begged for attention like this. Regaining focus, Yulhvv suddenly began to make a gradual realization. “If every bar has cages, and every cage has bars, it must be the bars themselves that are the cage!” Shortly afterwards he came to reject that statement with every fiber of his being. “Ludicrosity!” he yelled aloud, “Ludicrosity!” But then his thoughts began to travel down a new dimension. He ran back inside the building, to its great room where M$V$ lay dormant under the uncomfortably bright orange lights. Then he ran outside once again.