marox_pass_r_e_s_i_s_t_a_n_c_e fyn gula the injury to nimbia's ankle had temporarily distracted maylay, but once the minor wound was sutured, his thinking returned to copello's cryptic message on the side of the theatre. "caught between worlds," he said the words to himself and knew they were a cry for help. and that's when he felt the slap on his back, as if he, like the panda was choking on responsibility and had to have it, in an act of force majeure, propelled out of his cognizance. he turned to look behind him from where it came ready to strike out and was somehow not surprised to discover it was nylem. had he known his thinking? "there is plenty of time for attempts at rescue," he said, standing flat-footed. one purple dred had escaped from the helmet. he was a threat in flesh and blood. he was resistance to all that we fight to keep away from soiling our soul. maylay wanted to slap him like one does with a nagging fly, or a mosquito that greedily sucks the blood, but he knew any attempt at violence would be a bitter mistake. if nylem was to be defeated, and he always knew this, it would not be with might. but how would he do it? "shall we eat first?" nylem said, in a sing song voice. he did two flying arabesques over to the theatre and rapped on the wooden planks. "knock-knock-who's there? nylem branches in his underwear!" he laughed like a god who could do nothing wrong and he took his helmet off and gave it to an attending brownie. "o2216o," he said, and the brownie seemed to know what he meant and carried it away with purpose. nylem shook his long purple dred locks out and they were absolutely glorious. he looked like medusa if her snakes were made by children. seconds later, a door slid open on the theatre and a person with a tall, white chef's hat appeared. "is that fucking copello?" nimbia asked startled. he limped up closer to the opening. indeed it was. he was in total culinary apparel, but the clothes hung big on him and the hat nearly covered his eyes. "what the fuck are you doi...." but nylem cut him off, kicking his injured ankle. nimbia cried out and gasped with pain. "service please," nylem said. 010623 ... purple kisses maybe nylem should take over 040224 ... log burning fire oh nylem is all over it. 060227 what's it to you? who go blather from