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34. Peripherizing the Sphinx


"Okay, Johnny A.," said Izzy. "I think you know what to do."

The Haymaker produced a ukulele and started strumming backup, while Johnny tightened his bowels as if he were about to defecate. Johnny pursed his lips and squinted. The sky blinked black and then shone so brilliantly that they all had to squint and shade their eyes. There was a faint rumble from deep below.

Johnny was peripherizing. "Im gonna impossibilize that gigantus right down to a midgy," he grunted. "He can walk among us like a regular man, as long as we dont look too hard, and Im gonna fix it sos we cant, and so nobody can, till he gets to Izzys shop."

Sarvaduhka was unimpressed. "What about the plane? It wont hold him."

"Anything that touches old Abu, once Ive peripherized him, is gonna fall down into the same squint and follow along."

"Do it, cowboy," Izzy said, sweating under his pith helmet as the sun crossed over the zenith.

Johnny gave one last push, "Ee-hah!" Nothing had changed, but suddenly, everyone was looking at me differently, that is, without craning their necks! It was no longer possible to focus directly on the Sphinx; I was quarantined to the corner of everyones eye, where a lot can pass, believe me, that would terrify down center. I was as if man-sized. Johnny patted me on my stone shoulders, gave me a kiss, they all remounted, and we headed out.



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