Az, the great city thereof, had been sliced, diced, mashed and minced by an evil despot far away who kept throwing winged stones to break the wind turbines and diverse energy infrastructure. Everywhere was in cold and dark when Constance and the Sphinx arrived. The people of Az were miserable cold and dark, but strong in strength.
Constance must fall into the arms of Vivainne and make sobbing emotions all over the place most happily.
The Sphinx was saying, How you doin’ my love, to Sheba, is my Tail still the most perfect? Does it outshine the sun? Does it move like the waves of the ocean? It will have to do, said Sheba, I am pleased you are with me once more.
Sitting. The Sphinx in classic pose, they discuss the badness by candlelight.
We must quest forth to undo this despot of the flying stones, if only we had a Burning Spear, the Mark 7 model has improved reliability I hear. Without it, we must tackle said despot by sword or spear thrust. Or paw crush, interjected the Sphinx, yes or that. But if we use paw crush, his people, who are now innocent of his doings, will raise him high and demand a venge. Wars will come then if we use paw crush.
So then if not paw crush or sword slash, maybe dissolve by chance in accidental accident? That is a possible but a difficult as he well protect. Reveal the truth, war of words, propaganda, improper ganda, politics? Hm, maybe, but it has been tried and is tired.
Can we use long distance sarcasm? if only.
Could we wiggle an accusatory finger at him from afar? put a spanner in his works, disorganize his desk, put a fly in his ointment, a sour taste in his mouth or a cold draught in the ear, a stiff knee, a pain in the neck. We could send him a letter that makes no sense, then send him another telling him to ignore the last letter. We could hide his pajama bottoms and put a damp patch on his ceiling. We could run around his garden at night and leave footprints in the butter. We could let down his tyres, put jam on the bannisters and take the crunch from his cereal, burn his toast. We could hide of his toothbrush and pour sand in his socks when he sleeps, we could unscramble his eggs and, and ..
Soft now, all these options have great merit, but will not, in and of, rid the world of said despot. We need a decisive, yet simple action to prevent further bads.
There is always a ways to fashion the coming about of actions but it is not sometimes available to your face. I heard a story once, but that’s another story.
No then, instead, we shall scour the four corners of the earth, North, South, Best and Worst, because it is square, for the solution. In the mean, Sheba must all her efforts to the unravel of Confusion Power to make the weaponization of power redundant. The Sphinx must visit the underworld to chat with the immortals and glean their wisdom regarding this tiny despot. Constance and I will gather the great, the good and the indifferent but willing for armament against him and his rocks. I hear there is a weapon, the Get Off Me missile system, which is of great protection to clear the skies of marauding winged stones.
What does this missile do? Well, when it senses a bullying object coming close, it flies up into the stratosphere and says No, I’m not going to take it any more, just stop it or I will tell. Oh. So this was decided upon.
Is the world really square? No, it is an oblate spheroid. Oh, then how shall we quarter it? Using common sense. Do you have any? A little, why? I seem to have lost mine.
The Guardians of the Cave 