I had to sit on the floor; there wasn't enough room on the couch. A cartoon was on: an enormous bipedal moose, his tubelike legs extended before him, sat on a couch barely wide enough and long enough to support his massive buttocks; on the floor beside him sat a little boy holding a Coke can. When I absentmindedly raised my empty Coke can to my lips, the cartoon boy on TV raised his Coke can. When I looked up at Bullwinkle, the cartoon boy looked up at his moose."Bring me another Coke," Bullwinkle said.
"Bring me another Coke," the moose on TV said.
The cartoon boy and I stood up, and he walked off-screen as I went into the kitchen, and returned on-screen when I brought Bullwinkle his Coke. Neither the cartoon boy nor I had Cokes of our own. We weren't thirsty.
Bullwinkle and I watched cartoons of ourselves watch cartoons of themselves until Bullwinkle finally drank all of my Cokes.
His hoof tapped the TV's ON/OFF button, then tapped the VCR's EJECT button. A cassette emerged. "Bring me that," he said.
I took out the cassette and examined its label, written in characters that may have been Greek, or Hebrew, or Arabic, or Kryptonese for all I knew.