The Kiva, Pueblo Bonito

[Yaoquizque]

Van Mojo was shaking his head, as if it could make his headache go away.
He listened absently to Mal when he asked him something...

Yes... An alternative of some sort...

Then he listened painfully to the digression made by his alter ego.
Full of 'facts' and 'evidences'. Ah! He allowed himself to grin softly.

He was wondering what Mal had in mind.
Shaking his head once again, he made a grimace.

"That's interesting E-Prime... I vaguely remember some crazy tales about some place called mu - or was it a panet? - and another one called Alalis... No... Atranckis... Something like that."
The fine doctor Van Mojo shook his head.

"Ah well... Am i Lemurian? Or Atlantean? How would i know? Is the absence of certitude a good start?"
He cleared his throat, trying to gather his thoughts.
"That said, if we could just analyze the little speech of my friend right here.... What could we see..."
Van Mojo smirked.

"He is the one taking all this very seriously.
My friend here is relying on proofs to negate my identity.
He uses aneristic vibrations to disrupt the sacred chao; To destroy the inherent duality of the concept of the Head Doctor.
How to interpret this?"

Van Mojo stood up uneasily and, taking a foot stance as if he was John L. Sullivan preparing for fisticuffs, he faced Van Mojo.
The man then began waving his arms in various elaborated manners while making motions with his hands as though he was Mandrake feeling up a sexy giantess.

A chant could be heard for a while in the Kiva :
"GOBBLE, GOBBLE, GOBBLE, GOBBLE, GOBBLE!"

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