All this talk of impossibilities would have shaken any
person to the core of their meagre existence, but as MJ was a reasonably unstressed
and rational being she decided to merely figure it out later when her brain no
longer cared for her attitude or her relaxed ways.
By now the magma man had come to a halt in front of the neighbour’s
garage. His head cocked to the side to view this odd solid structure. Obviously
in imaginary lava world there hadn’t been many places to park cars or store
junk, MJ doubted he even had a license. He reached out to grab the roof, which
to no one’s surprise but the garages, burst into flames and quickly followed
the way of the snow.
“I think we need to do something.”
“Truer words have thus never been uttered. Have you any
clue as to how to stop him MJ?” Dino looked down at her with a puzzled
expression.
“Maybe we could get him back somehow? Or put him out?”
The garage was now fully on fire, this delighted the magma monster man.
“I doubt both of those statements but, I have yet to
think of a better idea.” MJ nodded, not entirely sure of her movement
capabilities. Then she remembered a National Geographic picture from long ago
as her time as a drug free and reasonably decent child. It’s amazing how many
times National Geographic’s has helped someone.
“We need to lure him to the ocean... It should be cold
enough to slow him down and eventually he’ll just be cold lava rock.” MJ looked
up and Dino and waited for his approval. He sighed.
“I still haven’t thought of a better plan, so I shall
agree to help with this. How far is the ocean from here?”
She paused and thought real hard.
“Never mind. We’re inland on a mountain.”
“Of course we are.”
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