"Let's check the annoyance level in here," I said.
      "You got it."  He pressed some buttons and looked at it.  "Not too bad. Four. Moderately exasperating. Strictly within normal range. As I said, your house is not exactly a hotbed of annoyance."
      "Maybe not this room. Try in there!" I pointed toward Phoebe's bathroom.
       We went in. There were retainer rubber bands on the sink, hairs in the sink, specks of glitter everywhere, and about a hundred bottles with their covers off, lined up like little Lucas booby traps.
      He studied the irkostat and frowned.  "You're right. This is bad," he said. 'You are sharing a bathroom with someone profoundly annoying. Would you believe an eight-point-three on the Gribitz scale?"
     I looked at the irkostat.  I couldn't see anything. "Where do you see that? Izzy, you never told me about the Gribitz scale."
     "I just created it. What, you thought all this was etched in stone? This is a work in progress here."
                                  The Annoyance Bureau, copyright 2002
 
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