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threedimensional. The arm flailed vaguely ‑at Victor as he methodically threw coils of octo‑cellulose over it. He ran back to the booth and pulled out the stacks of clicks that Bezam, in defiance of common sense, had stored under the bench.
Working with the methodical calmness of bowel‑twisting terror, he carried the cans by the armload to the screen He pushed open the doors to the, foyer and dashed out into the street, where the crowds were milling around in horrified fascination and watching a fifty‑foot Ginger disentangling Itself from the wreckage of a building.
Victor heard a clicking beside him. Gaffer the handleman was intently capturing the scene on film.
The Chair was shouting at Dibbler.and heaped them there. The Thing managed to wrench another arm free of two‑dimensionality and tried to scrabble at them, but whatever was controlling it was having trouble controlling this new shape. It was probably unused to having only two arms, Victor told himself.He threw the last can on to the heap.‘In our world you have to obey our rules,’ he said. ‘And I bet you burn just as well as anything else, hey?’The Thing struggled to pull a leg free.Victor patted his pockets. He ran back to the booth and scrabbled around madly.Matches. There weren’t any matches!