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.""Who is this?" Rumpp demanded."I am Grandfather Frost," said a strange voice."Never heard of you." "I am like your Santa Claus.I bring presents to thosewho are good.""Yeah? How come I never heard of you?""I am secret.You understand?""No.""Let me out and you will understand.""Are you that crazy guy?""No, I am not crazy," the voice insisted."I am Grandfather Frost.I am ableto do amazing things.Remarkable things.Set me free, and you will see withyour own eyes."There was something about the voice-Randal Rumpp realized it was the samevoice as before-that intrigued him."Amazing things, huh?""Yes," said the confident voice.Randal Rumpp was beginning to like thisvoice.Its smooth tone reminded him of his own."Listen, do you know who you are talking to?" he asked."No.""I am Randal Tiberius Rumpp.""I have heard of you," the voice said instantly."You are very famous andvery, very rich."Rumpp smiled."That's me.Impressed?""Very.You are exactly the man I have been seeking.You are powerful.""Right.Good," said Randal Rumpp, growing bored with the conversation.He hadthe attention span of a flea.And suddenly, he got the idea that the weirdvoice was about to put the arm on him."Listen, pal," he said, his tone becoming brittle, "I have my own problems.""Which I alone can solve.""Is that so? Well, right now I'm in my office in the Rumpp Tower and the wholePage 44 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlplace has gone crazy.The people inside can't get out without falling into theground.And nobody can touch this place.It's like Spook Central here.I'minhabiting a haunted skyscraper.How are you going to help me with that?""It is not I who can solve your problem," the voice said."I thought so.""You can solve your own problem.""Yeah? How?""Set me free.""How will that help me?""I am cause of problem," the voice said."I am making your Tower like ghost.You set me free, and your building will return to normal once more.""Why should I believe you?" asked Randal Rumpp."What have you to lose?""Okay, I'll bite.How do I set you free?""I do not know.I am trapped in telephone.Usually, I come out without anytrouble.I think maybe you must pick up correct telephone receiver to releaseme.""Do you have any idea how many individual phones there are in the Rumpp Tower,on this floor alone?" Rumpp said hotly."I do not care.One of them will release me.You must try, if you desirenormalcy again."Randal Rumpp slapped his hand over the receiver and muttered to his assistant,"This guy doesn't know what he's asking.Wants me to answer every phone in thebuilding."The secretary simply looked blank.The side of the conversation she was privyto wasn't exactly balanced.And Randal Rumpp was standing there in hismonogrammed argyle socks and boxer shorts.Rumpp pursed his mouth thoughtfully."Okay.Tell you what.I'll give it ashot, see how far we can take it.No promises.""Thank you.""There's one other thing.""Anything.""A while ago, you said something about three billion.""I did.""I still want it.""It is yours."And the weird voice was so smooth and confident that Randal Rumpp, for a wildmoment, actually believed it to be sincere."I'll be in touch," he said breezily."I will be here.In telephone."Randal Rumpp hung up, and told his secretary, "Hold all my calls.Especiallyif that loser calls back.""But.what about the promise you made to that man?""In my own sweet time.If that chump can un-jinx the Rumpp Tower, I don't wantit to happen until after I close my deal with the mayor."Randal Rumpp closed the door to his office.His executive assistant stared at the oaken panel for several long moments.Her oval face was stone.Then, without a word, she moved out into thecorridor.She began going from office to office, lifting every receiver andwhispering "Hello?" into each one.Chapter 13Delpha Rohmer was saying, "Shaving your armpit was the absolutely worst thingyou could do.""Really?" shouted Cheeta Ching over the rotor churn.The BCN news helicopterwas rising into the Halloween sky.It was very dark now.The hunter's moonhung in the black sky like a sphere of shaven ice."Without doubt," said Delpha, arranging her gown."This hair is called shade.In the old days, those who persecuted my Craft depowered witches simply byshaving their armpits.""No!"Page 45 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlDelpha nodded."Yes, Shade has many uses.Tied in a silken bag, it makes aninfallible love potion [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.""Who is this?" Rumpp demanded."I am Grandfather Frost," said a strange voice."Never heard of you." "I am like your Santa Claus.I bring presents to thosewho are good.""Yeah? How come I never heard of you?""I am secret.You understand?""No.""Let me out and you will understand.""Are you that crazy guy?""No, I am not crazy," the voice insisted."I am Grandfather Frost.I am ableto do amazing things.Remarkable things.Set me free, and you will see withyour own eyes."There was something about the voice-Randal Rumpp realized it was the samevoice as before-that intrigued him."Amazing things, huh?""Yes," said the confident voice.Randal Rumpp was beginning to like thisvoice.Its smooth tone reminded him of his own."Listen, do you know who you are talking to?" he asked."No.""I am Randal Tiberius Rumpp.""I have heard of you," the voice said instantly."You are very famous andvery, very rich."Rumpp smiled."That's me.Impressed?""Very.You are exactly the man I have been seeking.You are powerful.""Right.Good," said Randal Rumpp, growing bored with the conversation.He hadthe attention span of a flea.And suddenly, he got the idea that the weirdvoice was about to put the arm on him."Listen, pal," he said, his tone becoming brittle, "I have my own problems.""Which I alone can solve.""Is that so? Well, right now I'm in my office in the Rumpp Tower and the wholePage 44 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlplace has gone crazy.The people inside can't get out without falling into theground.And nobody can touch this place.It's like Spook Central here.I'minhabiting a haunted skyscraper.How are you going to help me with that?""It is not I who can solve your problem," the voice said."I thought so.""You can solve your own problem.""Yeah? How?""Set me free.""How will that help me?""I am cause of problem," the voice said."I am making your Tower like ghost.You set me free, and your building will return to normal once more.""Why should I believe you?" asked Randal Rumpp."What have you to lose?""Okay, I'll bite.How do I set you free?""I do not know.I am trapped in telephone.Usually, I come out without anytrouble.I think maybe you must pick up correct telephone receiver to releaseme.""Do you have any idea how many individual phones there are in the Rumpp Tower,on this floor alone?" Rumpp said hotly."I do not care.One of them will release me.You must try, if you desirenormalcy again."Randal Rumpp slapped his hand over the receiver and muttered to his assistant,"This guy doesn't know what he's asking.Wants me to answer every phone in thebuilding."The secretary simply looked blank.The side of the conversation she was privyto wasn't exactly balanced.And Randal Rumpp was standing there in hismonogrammed argyle socks and boxer shorts.Rumpp pursed his mouth thoughtfully."Okay.Tell you what.I'll give it ashot, see how far we can take it.No promises.""Thank you.""There's one other thing.""Anything.""A while ago, you said something about three billion.""I did.""I still want it.""It is yours."And the weird voice was so smooth and confident that Randal Rumpp, for a wildmoment, actually believed it to be sincere."I'll be in touch," he said breezily."I will be here.In telephone."Randal Rumpp hung up, and told his secretary, "Hold all my calls.Especiallyif that loser calls back.""But.what about the promise you made to that man?""In my own sweet time.If that chump can un-jinx the Rumpp Tower, I don't wantit to happen until after I close my deal with the mayor."Randal Rumpp closed the door to his office.His executive assistant stared at the oaken panel for several long moments.Her oval face was stone.Then, without a word, she moved out into thecorridor.She began going from office to office, lifting every receiver andwhispering "Hello?" into each one.Chapter 13Delpha Rohmer was saying, "Shaving your armpit was the absolutely worst thingyou could do.""Really?" shouted Cheeta Ching over the rotor churn.The BCN news helicopterwas rising into the Halloween sky.It was very dark now.The hunter's moonhung in the black sky like a sphere of shaven ice."Without doubt," said Delpha, arranging her gown."This hair is called shade.In the old days, those who persecuted my Craft depowered witches simply byshaving their armpits.""No!"Page 45 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlDelpha nodded."Yes, Shade has many uses.Tied in a silken bag, it makes aninfallible love potion [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]