Part 22: limp-ly-fying physics

Her body went limp as she fell into an exhausted instant sleep and flopped noiselessly onto the snow as Dino charged forward, not noting the absence of the extra weight. The Giant hot magma man was now closing the gap between unconscious body and himself, her fate was sealed and Dino knew none of this.

Mr Magma roared happily to himself as he saw the female who laughed at his bits lay unconscious on this cold stuff that made steam. He could burn her, even though she wasn’t moving. Maybe she would move with he burnt her? He was about to test that theory, when he noticed the strangest thing, a large mound of moving cold stuff was heading directly at him at astonishing speed. Then it hit him. Then some more hit him when the other cold stuff had turned into steam. The process repeated and magma man found himself becoming really annoyed and cold. He didn’t like that so he roared, which made the cold stuff move faster. More upon more giant snow balls pelted him. The direction of the projectiles made no sense. Even an intelligent creature, such as... I have no good examples, would be confused. But as for the explanation it goes like this.

As soon as MJ had fallen asleep she began to dream. About what? A snowball fight that’s what, one she was successfully succeeding at. Now how does dreaming about a snowball fight help one out of something as odd as being chased by animated magma man? Generally it doesn’t, but as MJ had somehow allowed the physics of normality to be broken through her mind it did. The large snowballs were being pelted from MJs mind.

Part 21: into the craze once more we go

She scrunched her eyes in desperate concentration, imagining a large marshmallow man not unlike the one from ghost busters, riding on a unicorn made of jelly and strange wispy things in a multitude of colour.  Although a stupid thing to think of, it was the first thing she thought of. Then low and behold... nothing happened.

“Are you wishing as hard as someone might wish in this, very specific, predicament?”

“Yes! Dam-mit! It’s not working!”

“Wish harder whilst I flee for our very flammable lives!” Dino weaved and missed an onslaught of flaming goo and fled further up the mountain. MJ racked her brain. How on earth could she wish for something to exist where it should not, with her mind in its tangled state and riding on top a dinosaur fleeing from a magma monster.

Perhaps a quick nap would help? This would be the part where one would realise that MJ was relapsing into her craze ways once more.

Part 20: a flare for the dramatic and swearing

“How close is he?” Dino spoke loudly as he hurtled up the inclining slop.

“Well,” MJ looked back, frowned and proceeded to swear like a sailor who ran out of rum and stubbed his toe.

“I’ll take that as a too close for comfort.” No words were muttered as they increased speed and raced deeper and higher into the mountains, which meant no more tar road and no more houses. Only rock, snow and occasional skeleton tree and of course the orange glow that brightened the dark night sky and refused to give up.

MJs’ teeth clattered in the cold high speed wind, and clung on tighter willing this impossible creature on.

“I really nee..eed to move closer to the.... ocean... and sun.”  She whispered this to herself as she realized it was retarded of her to buy a house so far away from anything, alone and at such a young age. She clearly remembered a green lawn and warm sun as she purchased this new home, but clearly it was just for advertising purposes.  Magma man wheezed up hill, he was not meant to chase things, but he was not one to quit.

The snow had become thicker by now, as Dino had to do a semi hopping motion as to not trip, this caused great discomfort to MJ.

“Its still not deep enough!” Dino made a sudden stop and turned to look at their assailant. Steam rose from all side of him and added to the dramatic inevitable fate of these two unlikely acquaintances.

“Maybe you could imagine something that might remove us from this predicament MJ?”

Part 19: burning desire runs deep, so does Dino

“Bait? What Bait?” Dino looked at her and proceeded to explain.

“Well as you can see he does enjoy burning things,” for emphasis magma man poked the tip of dead trees and lit them like a cake, “so we find something he’d likes to burn and run away with it up to the mountains and somehow cover him in snow.” He smiled.

“Sounds simple enough, but what are we going to use and how are we going to cover him with snow?”

“I don’t-” Dino was interrupted by a massive heat source that fell directly at his feet. Magma man wanted to burn something that moved, and the biggest moving thing was that weird creature with small arms and his tiny female friend that laughed at his bits.

“I suggest you hop up,” his hat floated off his head once more and the magic hand appeared. “Quickly,” the hand dove into the hat and produced a very large saddle with reigns and stirrups and proceeded to equip them on Dino.

“Hold onto that, and then, I run?”

“Sounds good.” MJ didn’t give a second thought as the sloshes of melted hot rock made its way to them. She was seated and ready just as magma man stuck out his arm to poke her.

“ASKHFKFPP!! RUN!!!!!!” Dino roared as any good T-Rex would and bolted. Of course magma man was sad at their sudden departure, but this did not detour him from his passionate desire to burn them. So he followed as best and as fast as he could. Which was surprisingly fast.

Part 18: smells like chicken

The magma lava man remained fascinated with the burning of this once solid object, he’d never seen something solid burn before and it was amazing. Quickly, he decided he liked this new world of solid things to burn. He could burn it all and stare at the less hot upwards lava, aka fire. These were exciting times.

MJ and Dino stared continuously and the flames and giant lava man.

“If I may suggest a new plan, which is merely a improved version of your dipping him in cold water, how about snow?”

MJ looked at the pathetic first snow of winter on the ground before her.

“No offense but, that idea is far worse than mine.” She pointed at the ground. “There isn’t enough snow to even make a snow man, let alone dunk a large man mad of molten rock.”

“True, but what about further up? Wouldn’t there be more snow? Perhaps even an icy stream or two?”

“Maybe, but it isn’t better.”

“Agreed.” He nodded, and magma man let loose a roar of deep thundered laughter as he set the rose bushes on fire and a startled foul galloped out. It was on fire and promptly turned into burnt chicken.

“How do we get him away then?”

“Bait.” She did not enjoy the way Dino said that.