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Chapter XXII
by General (Uncle Claude) Xxaxx
& General (E.J. Gold) Nunan PFC 1st Class Ret.
Walking back to the hotel and a waiting goober, Woo chuckled to herself more than once at the irony of the solution. Of course levity would be the answer to gravity’s oppression. The cosmic mechanic really had an odd sense of humor. Not bad, just odd.
Back at the hotel, Woo decided to surprise Little Roy with a special dinner and night on the town. Now that her meeting with the dragons was over she could afford to relax. Deportation couldn’t interfere and hanging didn’t seem a likely sentence for showing a goober a good time in a foreign city.
Walking into her room, Woo found Little Roy easing himself down from the air-conditioning vent.
Not knowing quite what to make of this, Woo took the straightforward approach and asked, “What are you doing easing yourself down from my air-conditioner’s vent?”
Little Roy turned to Woo without a hint of shame at being caught so red-handed innocently spoke the key phrase implanted by Drak to be used the first moment that Little Roy saw Professor Woo. This verbal sigil was left by Drak to act as a magical device to trigger important energies necessary for a very specific and subtle transformation. A transformation that must happen at a very specific junction. “Well, how did it go?”
No sooner were the words out of Little Roy’s mouth then Woo’s head started the short journey toward the floor and yet another heap on the floor. “I really should stop meeting myself this way.”
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