fredag 8 januari 2010

Paradoxer, schmaradoxer. del 3.

Pietro has learnt a thing or two by lying in daddy's lap.
Alexander: You're not reading, are you? This is not meant for dogs.
Pietro: Oh no!

Among other things, that Cthulu's natural environment is among non-euklidian pieces of architecture.
Pietro: Look! There he is!

Bissy: It must be the aggregated amount of paradoxes in the time-stream that triggered something like Time's own immune defense, which kicked us out so to speak sideways, and we ended up in this monster dimension.
Logan: Less expository dialogue and more throttle please!

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