were to impress upon man the importance of their mission, they
would have to do so in language which they could understand. Or
even better—one that they absolutely could not.
“You want the door? I’ll show you the door!” he said to
Schlechtmann, grabbing him by the arm, “Come this way!”
They walked out of the room and down a long hallway.
“Listen, fella. You try and hurt me and that’ll be the end of the
line for you!” Gareth warned the prophet.
“End of the line for me? End of the line for
me
?” Moses
exclaimed, stopping suddenly in front of a large wooden portal.
“Listen. We’re all going to get along a whole lot better if you just stop
talking so much and pay attention to what’s going on. What are you
going to do,
sue
me? You’ll have a hard time finding a jury of your
peers when the entire human race is wiped off your planet. And
believe me, from what I’ve seen of modern humanity so far, that
seems an awfully likely outcome.”
“Whatever,” said Gareth angrily, crossing his arms. “I refuse to
engage in a conversation with a wacko.”
“Oh yeah? Then who are you talking to now?” asked Moses.
“I was talking to you, but I shall no longer.”
“You promise?”
“I certainly do.”
“You’re still talking.”
“I’m not. I’m just answering.”
“That still counts.”
“Hey, why don’t you shut up?”
“I’m waiting for you to shut up first.”
“Okay, fine.”
“You through talking?”
Gareth was silent.
“All done? Sure?” said Moses.
Still, Gareth betrayed no sound.
“It’s about time,” said Moses and threw open the door.
What stood beyond the open door was, of course, beyond
description. It was as if both chaos and order, the alpha and the
omega, had shown up at a birthday party for the universe wearing the
same dress: you couldn’t help but notice that despite their
overwhelming differences, they apparently shopped at the same
place. Gareth grew incredibly dizzy watching this panorama of the
paranormal alternately move and/or not move, depending on what
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