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Deaf Lemon swung around, and in an act that would have won
the approval of Milo Hernandez, instinctively imitated characters on
television programs who found themselves in similar situations. He
ate the note.
“Wha gar goo gawgin aboug?” responded Deaf Lemon blankly.
“Oh, how brilliant,” groaned Zarathustra, “As if the natural laws
of earth apply here. Hey Mohammed, let’s get a hard copy of the
thing this guy is eating.”
Mohammed nodded and uttered some syllables in an
incomprehensible language, after which a slip of paper appeared in
his hands. He read it aloud, and in doing so generated a great deal of
dismay on the part of his contemporaries.
“Oh no! He must have left through the doorgate!” cried Gautama,
“Moses, didn’t you lock it afterwards?”
“Lo, it would seem that I have forgotten.”
“But that means—!” exclaimed Krishna.
“That he has entered the state beyond being—!” rejoined Yeshua.
“The territory outside of space and time—!” added Gautama.
A silence ensued as all pondered the weight of this new
development.
“The Twilight Zone!” cried Bob, who only recently awakened.
“No, boy!” cried Yeshua, deeply concerned, “He has entered the
Valley of the Shadow of Death!”
“There is one?” blurted Deaf Lemon, excited to find that
something might still be sacred.
“Yes. That’s how I once referred to it, anyway,” answered Yeshua.
“Well, if anybody can handle the Shadow in the Valley of the
Dolls, I’m sure Superman can!” said Bob confidently, “Hey, what’s
the drinking age in this place? Maybe we could all go get some beers.
I had a donut box with some money in it.” He looked around. “Hey,
where’d it go?”
CHAPTER 12
Not far from Pangaea stood a building in which a totally different
group of humans were also being held captive by individuals who,
though having never been mistaken for gods, would have desperately
liked to be. Had they been gods, it would have been no problem to
spirit their captives away to some hideaway between two dimensions,
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