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10 Apr 2004 05:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cimorene"Fear?" I go, laughing. "It's not even in my primary wordlist. I'll meet you here at nine-thirty tomorrow morning. I want to get myself a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, and some good sneakers. I don't want to go up against the Vast Unclean from Dimension X in an Ann Taylor shirtdress."
"Whatever you say, Maureen," he goes. "The forces of the profane will be patient."
***
I concentrated my attack on the paisleys. There were red paisleys, blue ones, and green ones. That cavern looked like an explosion in the Land's End tie factory.
***
"He's humming!" Rod goes, all excited. "He's humming some spell!"
"What is it? What's it mean? You got a counter-spell?"
I couldn't see Rod, but his voice was sad. "No," he goes. "Unfortunately, it's the one Aramaic dialect I neglected in my studies. Wouldn't you just know it?"
***
-"Maureen Birnbaum at the Looming Awfulness" by George Alec Effinger
"Whatever you say, Maureen," he goes. "The forces of the profane will be patient."
***
I concentrated my attack on the paisleys. There were red paisleys, blue ones, and green ones. That cavern looked like an explosion in the Land's End tie factory.
***
"He's humming!" Rod goes, all excited. "He's humming some spell!"
"What is it? What's it mean? You got a counter-spell?"
I couldn't see Rod, but his voice was sad. "No," he goes. "Unfortunately, it's the one Aramaic dialect I neglected in my studies. Wouldn't you just know it?"
***
-"Maureen Birnbaum at the Looming Awfulness" by George Alec Effinger
