wrote:
>>"Perhaps it might be better if I
>>come back later." he sez. After a short silence that seems
>>interminable he sighs and steps back into the dustclud he emerged from
>>- retreating to his pocket universe to consider this first ambivilent
>>encounter with the natives.
>A giant fist seizes his shoulder and jerks him roughly back onto the
>dusty road to Poly's ranch. "Ha!" roars Sym, up ending and shaking the
>terrified lurker "No pool cue! No torch! No offerings!" Caustic drool
>oozes down onto Zeitgeyser's forehead. "Crunchings and Munchings!"
>A dusty book on sociology falls to the ground...Poof! Sym torches it
>with a growl... "You watch but no learn - build no place for self, no
>wards...you mine!"
>Attracted by Sym's booming laughter and the prospect of blood a few
>cps gather about to watch the spectacle, jeers and cheers mingling in
>the midnight air, rising above the whine of the auto-flame throwers
>retargeting themselves...
>Great jaws of death close slowly about the squirming supplicant as he
>frantically tries to come up with something...anything...
>Lisa
>
> Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for you are crunchy
> and good with Thai Sauce...
Damn! Zeitgeyser thought as he watched the sym turn his favorite
leather-bound copy of Merton"s _Social Theory & Social Structure_ into
ash with one foul smelling burst burst of halitosis. Autographed too.
Woulda brought meybe six, seven dollars at the pan-galactic flea
market. He concentrated on doing a convincing job of gibbering while he
reached into one of his may pockets and drew out his trusty Swiss Army
knife. He quickly pried open the leather punch and jabbed the sym just
below the eye. No real damage was done but it did startle the beast
enough for it to release its grip. One of its talons caught in the
pocket of his Hawiian shirt and ripped it as he stepped thru the event
horizon into the solitude of his own pocket universe.
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