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YOu finally find a solid piece of ground as you stand oun it, the nagging itch of curiousity getting you "Who?"
 
"That I'm not at liberty to say."
 
"Tell me!" You say looking her in the face now from your perch.
 
"It's not me" she tells you with a straight face.
 
Damn it!
 
"One night we'll have to sit down so you can explain all these profanities to me." She says
 
"I said that out loud didn't I?"
 
"Very loudly" She tells you. "Alsoo That isn't a log you're standing on."
 
You're suddenly aware that the ground has been moving up slowly as you've been gradully looking down at Luna.
 
"I'm standing on some sort of terrible monster aren't I?"
 
"Yes."