It's got to be recorded for posterity: THE PUBLIC IS RESPECTFULLY RE-QUESTED NOT TO GIVE THE CORRECT ANSWER TO THE ENIGMA POSED BY THE SPHINX. No creative imagination! "Ah, but I call that poster over the Sirius sphinx brilliant theater. Just an ostrich with camel feet, and stumbling all over them, too. Wonder how they produced that red -eyed effect. Yes, convincing, but why isn't it howling as it should, according to legend? Mizar manticora. "Now Martian monoceros horse bod, elephant legs, stag's tail. I would have generated authentic dragon's feet.
And he's used ostrich claws for the feet. His latest spectacular, the Rigel griffin. They look like crud but at least all three heads are barking."Well, well, well, here's the maladroit who claims he's my rival the Berlin butcher with his zoo castoffs. That Tejas woman ought to know you can't graft snake scales onto hound hide. She's done a nice join of necks to trunk-got to admit that-but her stitching shows to my eye. That seamstress has access to every damn snake and lizard in Central America. According to myth the basilisk's breath also kills. Conveys the conviction that its glance will kill. Work of that Tejas tailor who's so nitzy with surgical needle and thread.
Looks like a Gila-mon-ster head attached. "Ah, yes, the Bellatrix basilisk, so the sign assures us. His voice was pleasant his remarks were not. He was shouldering his way through the crowded aisles of THE SATURN CIRCUS 50 PHANTASTIK PHREAKS 50 !!!ALL ALIENS!!! He was carrying a mini sound-camera that looked like a chrome-and-ebony pepper mill, and he was filming the liv-ing, crawling, spasming, gibbering monstrosities exhibited in the large showcases and small vitrines, with a murmured running commentary. Dead on a slab, he might be called distinguished, even handsome, but alive and active? That would depend on how much demented dedication one could stomach. Set square on his head was a vintage (circa 1950) English motoring cap with the peak leveled on a line with his brows, masking the light of lunacy in his eyes. He was wearing a prefaded jump suit, beautifully tailored, the dernier cri in the nostalgic 2100s, but really too youthful for his thirty-odd years.
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