"I started drinking."

"What?"

"I drank gallons and gallons of beer until my blood stream was completely assimilated by alcohol. Yes, that was the best decision I ever made. I became a full-time alcoholic. When I was drunk, my wife's nagging sounded like the whispering of the ocean wave."

"You are just like my father who thought being drunk was the panacea of all problems."

"That is a great philosophy," Doctor Sabisco snapped and he paused deliberately so that his humor could be appreciated.

There was no applause from Edna, just a blank face and a glimpse of sorrow.

"So, who's your father?" he tried to break the embarrassing ice but failed completely.

After a long silence that surpassed the staleness before the creation of the Universe, Edna finally broke the ice.

"My father --" she said with a firm voice, "-- was a monster."

"Oh really? Did he has tentacles like mine?" said Doctor Sabisco while he was egotistically showing off his tentacles.

"No, but..." Edna said hesitantly, "but he did have a baseball bat like yours." She pointed at the baseball bat beside her bed. Her eyes looked downward. Emotionlessly, she continued, "my father and I used to play baseball together with my twin sister, Elsa. None of us enjoyed the game but we all enjoyed spending time together. Since Elsa and I looked exactly alike, it was hard to distinguish between us during the game. To make us look a bit different, Elsa cut her hair short, because she knew I like long hair. She was always so thoughtful to me. She always was..."

Doctor Sabisco pretended to listen carefully while his eyes turned often to the mutants in the center of the room. Edna pretended to enjoy his pretended listening.

"When it was our eighth birthday, my mom bought a birthday cake for us. My father, came home late, brought a baseball bat with him," she paused and the air around her froze at the same moment. "It... It was not a gift and there was no game. He was utterly drunk. He had a fight with my mom and he..."