“We have brought you here to the Hills of Bill to make contact. Love… war… contact.”
“Wheeler,” I state. “What is it you want from me?”
“To set up The Table again. My Table, yes, but also your Table. In 7 Stones if you wish, yes. That seems to be your wish. No?”
“Collagesity is dead, Wheeler.”
“My Collagesity, yes.”
“But we still have The Table. We still have 7 Stones, the replacement.”
“You know what we need to do: Billfork. Lennon plus Pink Floyd plus Firesign Theatre all in one. A great 3-n-1. But it needs *work*. Yours. But also mine. I will help from the other side end.
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“You’re probably wondering what happened to Professor Suckaluck but you’ll have to wait for another night.”
