MESSAGE 1 
 "RUUUHHH!  RUHHH!"  As the weed killer settles, the carnivora horriblis 
writhes in agony.  Slowly, painfully, the monster collapses in on itself. 
"RUUUUHGHGH!  RRrugh... blughghghghftt..."   Once the noise dies, nothing is 
left but a slimy black puddle.  You've triumphed! 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 2
You plant the berry in the pot.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 3
 You wait.  Through the soil breaks a green sprout.  It grows and leafs out 
into a flourishing English ivy vine.  Reaching the bench, it clambers up the 
wall and arches over to the cabinet top. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 4
 You skewer the spider's vitals, again and again.  Faster and faster you parry 
and jig, jabbing, jabbing, jabbing until you knock the spider's pulsating, 
hole-riddled abdomen from its cephalothorax.  The spider keels over dead. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 5 
 Distant chimes ring.  In moments, rapid sonorous footfalls approach.  doom.  
doom.  Doom.  DOOM.  The great laboratory door groans open.  In leans a tall, 
slender, hundred-'foot' sorcerer, wafting spearmint fragrance as fresh and 
green as his old-fashioned attire.  This is NOT Dr. Veebris!  And none of his 
friends have green hair! 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 6 
 Zim laughs softly.  "I rather thought not.  Very well."  Walking to the 
bureau, he picks up the vial with golden-yellow contents.  Offering you a 
long, spearminty palm, he lifts you to the floor, pops the vial, and steps 
back as golden vapor puffs out.  The lab closes in as you expand to normal.  
Magically, Zim conjures a portal to Dr. Veebris' lab. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 7 
 Zim's clean, sharp spearmint scent is as overpowering as his presence as Zim 
offers a palm.  You step on.  The Flying Sorcerer carries you out to a 
beautiful scaled-down cottage and garden under glass.  Here you live in 
comfort and luxury, since the Sorcerer willingly supplies anything moral and 
reasonable to sustain or amuse you.  He respects you as much as one full-
sized.  But, though he delights in the live 12th-scale ornament in his 
terrarium, he wonders what personal trauma (or was it sheer laziness?) could 
have caused you to throw away your freedom. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 8 
 Zim edges closer.  Lowering himself onto one slender knee, he raises his 
green brows.  "You do?"  
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 9 
 Glancing around, he sees you.  To accustom you to his presence, he pauses 
with hand on the doorknob.  "Permit me to introduce myself," he murmurs with a 
formal nod.  "I am Zim the Flying Sorcerer."  Green brows furrowed, he asks, 
"Who are you, and how did you gain access to my laboratory?"    
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 10 
 DOOM...  DOOM!  Click.  Uh, oh.  The door opens.  In comes a towering 
treelike stranger clad in green.  To you, he seems a hundred feet tall. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 11 
 Doom...  DOOM....  The footfalls draw closer!  Why are you still in the open? 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 12 
 Suddenly, low, leisurely footfalls approach the Laboratory.  doom... doom...
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 13 
 DOOM!  Click.  The door opens.  In comes someone towering, green-clad.  
Hiding, you can't see details.  Humming in superhumanly bass octaves, the 
intruder putters around the laboratory, picks up something, and leaves. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 14 
 Edging still closer, Zim kneels on both knees.  He glances away to hide a 
strangeness in his gaze.  "You tempt me," Zim mutters.  Turning to you, slowly 
he adds,  "You know you cannot lead a normal life at this size.  You could 
easily come to harm, or worse.  In all good conscience, I cannot let you go 
like that.  Miniatures are an interest of mine; all I have lacked is someone 
who can use them.  If you choose to remain tiny, I shall make you part of my 
collection, and provide anything moral or reasonable to sustain and amuse you, 
until you consent to be full-sized again.  NOW do you wish to be a miniature?" 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 15
 Suddenly, you are powerless to move.  "It is too bad."  Zim sighs heavily as 
he frisks you.  "I had hoped you were a better person than that." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 16
 Zim gently propels you through the portal.  Immediately, you can move on your 
own, but when you look back, Zim's portal is gone.  So is your treasure. 
 "Where have you BEEN?"  Veebris breaks into your thoughts.  
 When you tell him, he says excitedly, "My Warp Transporter sent you to 
another dimension!  It works!  It works!"  But it won't warp when HE tests it.  
"Ah, well, maybe it will work again someday," he says.  "Too bad you didn't 
bring back anything to confirm your story!  As a friend, I believe you, but as 
a scientist, I must assume your adventure never happened." 
 As Veebris tinkers with his machine, you wonder if you could have persuaded 
Zim to part with a gem or two. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 17
 A warm smile deeply etches Zim's lean face.  "Thank you for wishing to return 
what you have taken.  That is quite all right.  In this land, precious metals 
and gems are quite common, so take those things with you." 
  He graciously motions at the portal.  You step through.  "Thank -- "  You 
face a solid sheetrock wall. " -- you." 
  "Where have you BEEN!"  Veebris breaks into your thoughts.  "Who were you 
talking to?" 
  When you tell, showing him your loot (it enlarged when you did), he trembles 
and shakes and leaps for joy!  "My Warp Transporter!  It took you to another 
dimension!  A wonderful, magical dimension!  It works, it works, IT WORKS!  
Ha-HAA!"  Veebris punches the button.  But this time the Transporter doesn't 
warp worth a lick.  "Blast!  Ah, well, it worked once -- maybe it will work 
again someday." 
 As you think of all you want to buy with your treasure -- perhaps including 
better parts for Veebris' machine -- you wonder if you might see Zim the 
Flying Sorcerer again someday. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 18
 Espying you on the tabletop, he pauses.  "Aaahh," he murmurs in slow, gentle 
bass octaves.  "Permit me to introduce myself."  His plume of green hair bobs 
with his courtly nod.  "I am Zim the Flying Sorcerer." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 19
Blech!  What are you thinking of?  This stuff doesn't work on humans!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 20
 --W-w-W-ww--WWWWHOOSH!  A cloud of violet vapor mushrooms forth.  You draw 
back, but the violet cloud enfolds you, clinging.  Your surroundings spread 
out, enlarge.  No!  YOU are ... 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 21
 A door groans like a whale outside the closet.  Footfalls enter.  Puttering 
around, someone huge hums in superhumanly bass octaves.  Then the footfalls 
retreat.  GROO-AAN -- BOOM! goes the door.  Whew!  Alone at last! 
END_MESSAGE     
     
MESSAGE 22
 A door opens -- GROO-O-O-OAN.  
                                 DOOM... 
                                          DOOM ... echoes the laboratory.  The 
bureau vibrates with the superhumanly bass humming and puttering of someone 
huge.  GROAAN -- BOOM!  DOOM... 
                                   doom...  
                                              doom...    
                                                            Safe!
END_MESSAGE                

MESSAGE 23
 Shall we hide?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 24
 Zim laughs softly.  "I rather thought not.  Very well."  Walking to the 
bureau, he collects a crystal vial filled with sunny yellow contents.  He sets 
it down, pops it, falls back as golden vapors pour forth... 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 25
 Walking through the portal, you enter Veebris' lab through the same spot in 
the wall as you left.  "Thank --"  You cast a rear glance -- at a blank 
sheet-rock wall.  " -- you..." 
 "Good heavens!  Where have you been!"  Veebris breaks into your thoughts.  
"Who were you talking to?"
 When you tell him, he leaps with joy.  "It works!  Ha, ha!  My Warp 
Transporter sent you to another dimension!!"  He presses the button.  Nothing 
happens.  "Ah, well.  Too bad you didn't bring back anything to confirm your 
story!  As a friend, I believe you, but as a scientist, I'll have to assume 
your adventure never happened." 
 As Veebris thoughtfully circles his balky machine, you wonder if Zim could 
have been persuaded to part with a gem or two. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 26
  The $NOUN$ is now $VERB$ed.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 27
  You have opened the door, and now you can proceed north.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 28
 You munch down only half a date before you're full.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 29
 You're not a beaver, you know.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 30
 The date is now open.
END_MESSAGE                 

MESSAGE 31
 Pulling back, Zim covers his face as the cloud of blue powder settles.  He 
uncovers a faint twinkle in his pale blue eyes.  "That compound only affects 
evil sorcerers," he informs you. 
END_MESSAGE    

MESSAGE 32
 Zim might find an attack highly amusing!
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 33
 Zim firmly propels you through the portal.  Immediately, you can move. But 
when you look back, Zim's portal is gone.  So is all your treasure. 
 "Where have you BEEN?"  Veebris breaks into your thoughts.  
 "You attacked him!?!" he exclaims as you finish your story.  "That's not like 
you!  Not at all!  But -- my Warp Transporter works!"  Veebris presses the 
button and nothing happens.  "Ah, well, maybe it will work again someday," he 
says.  "But what on earth possessed you to attack this -- this sorcerer?  If 
you had been kind, maybe he would have let you bring back -- SOMETHING.   
Now..."  Tsk-ing, Veebris shakes his head.  "As a friend, I believe you, but 
as a scientist, I must assume your adventure never happened." 
 As Veebris inspects his cranky mechanism, you wonder if he's right. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 34
 "Do not run," he says gently and pleasantly.  "I shall not harm you."
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 35
 "You truly believe you can run away?" Zim inquires. 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 36
 "Perhaps you can run away from me," Zim remarks, "but you might never regain 
your former size ... if you do have a former size to regain." 
END_MESSAGE                                 

MESSAGE 37
 Another courtly bob of Zim's upflowing plume.  "Hello."
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 38
 "Ah," says Zim, his demeanor thawing somewhat.  "So you came from another 
dimension.  What I do with magic, your friend Veebris does with science."  
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 39
 Seeing what you are about to do, Zim runs forward to catch you...
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 40
 And misses!
 SPLAT!!!
 Pain...swirl of incense...words...gentle touch...massages you -- awake.  To 
find yourself of a piece -- a little piece -- in a gold bed with emerald-
studded velvet covers.  Zim lifts his thumb from your back. 
 "There," he soothes as he lifts and eases the bed onto the bookcase.  "Be 
afraid if you wish, but please do not jump again.  You badly hurt yourself and 
I had to heal you.  If you only tell me how you entered my laboratory, you 
stand an excellent chance of regaining your former height."  
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 41
 Just in time.  You smack into his palm.  
 Zim elevates you to eye level.  "Well.  If THAT is how you feel..." 
 Plucking an overstuffed chair from the cabinet, he sets you into it on top of 
the bookcase.  "Now," he says, gently smiling up at you.  "Will you tell me 
where you came from, and how you came here?" 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 42
 "Your size is the sole reason I have shown you kindness.  Had you been a 
normal-sized burglar when I arrived, I would have micromorphosed you myself."  
Eyebrows alift, he pauses. Then pleasantly goes on. "If you will tell me how 
you trespassed into my private laboratory, I will consider restoring you." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 43
 "I created the silver bird for micromorphosed persons like yourself," he 
replies.  "To grant near-normal mobility until the condition is cured." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 44
 "Ah," says Zim, "my Micromorphic Vapors.  That is how you became so small." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 45
 "But how did you gain entry to my laboratory?"
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 46
 "I see you are in a bit of difficulty," he continues pleasantly.  "Do you 
like your new size?" 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 47
 "Macromorphic Vapors make micromorphosed people normal-sized," Zim replies.  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 48
 "That -- " Zim begins.  " -- I had better not say."
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 49
 "You discovered yourself what that is for," says Zim with a faint smile.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 50
 "That was the key to the house of a wicked witch named Eereesa," Zim replies.
"Until two good associates of mine did away with her."
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 51
 Zim eyes the key a moment, draws a breath, and replies, "The silver key is 
to a lock I no longer have." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 52
 "That particular key is strictly decorative," Zim replies.  "And very 
perceptive of you to recognize the metal as electrum." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 53
 A smile glimmers.  "We might discuss that subject -- if you can spare a 
century or two." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 54
 "Oh, my," Zim murmurs.  "Carnivora horriblis is a very useful specimen.  I 
did NOT put it in here to trap you." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 55
 Zim turns his gaze to the table.  "Ah, well. Better it than you." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 56
 "I am a botanist as well as a Sorcerer."  He gestures expansively at the 
lab's greenery.  "I enjoy all the plant kingdom has to offer.  I discover, 
collect, breed and hybridize trees, bushes, vines, herbs, mushrooms...  And 
give Latin names to new specimens." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 57
 "That was a key to a friend's house, but the friend moved away," Zim replies.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 58
 Zim's slender, long-fingered hand blocks your path.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 59
 A warm smile etches deeply into Zim's lank face.  "Thank you," he says, "for 
wishing to return what you've taken.  Gems are quite common in my land, so go 
and take those items with you." 
 He graciously motions to where Veebris' laboratory awaits.  You step through.  
"Thank -- "  Turning, you find yourself thanking a sheetrock wall. " -- you." 
  "Where have you been!  Who were you talking to?"
  When you tell Veebris, showing your loot (it enlarged with you), he leaps 
for joy.  "My Warp Transporter!  It DID send you to another dimension!  A 
magic dimension!  It works!"  But on testing the machine himself, he cannot 
make it warp worth a lick.  "Ah, well, it worked once -- maybe it will work 
again someday," he says.   
 
 You may win yet!  To do so, you must find more treasure, or more rooms, or 
both.  Better luck next time! 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 60
 Zim wastes no time when he sees your predicament.  One snap of a long finger 
breaks horriblis' grip.  Zim whisks the monster fungus to the bureau.  "I 
regret you ran afoul of THAT specimen," he mutters.  His pale blue squint, 
inquiring, finds no harm done.  "Now," he murmurs pleasantly, steepling his 
hands, "how did you find my laboratory?" 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 61
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END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 62    
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END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 63
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END_MESSAGE                    

MESSAGE 64     
 The vapor clears -- but you're small enough to fit in Veebris' vest pocket. 
But -- is Veebris the scientist CAPABLE of such a crazy concoction?  If so, 
do you want him to see you this way?  But -- if Veebris invention has sent you 
another place -- or world! -- who or what can help you now? 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 66
 Faint smiles dart in and out of the corners of Zim's lips like minnows in a 
deep forest pool.  "Allow me to demonstrate."  Gently taking the wand, he 
clamps it between his teeth, picks up the apple tree, and, with the help of 
the wand's pinpoint lighting, closely inspects the tree's multiple grafts.  
  Wiping off the wand, Zim remarks.  "When the tree is big, it shall bear 
several kinds of apples.  Tart apples, sweet apples..."  You accept the wand 
when he hands it back to you.  After all, a diamond is a diamond!    
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 67
 Grooooooan.  The door opens.  You giant-step onto the first shelf. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 68
 "No, I cannot allow that." Gently, firmly, Zim pushes you in from the edge. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 69
 Zim holds you back.  "The only person here who plans to harm you IS you." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 70
 "Am I so poor a host?" asks Zim with a sadly whimsical smile.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 71
 "You must have an insatiable appetite for healing magic," says Zim as he 
stops you.  "I once had a friend named Adorel who was like that." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 72
 "Please do not hurt yourself," says Zim gently.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 73
 Despite your care, you lurch ... the stick twists ... the gold knob rattles 
across the openwork ... You fall -- ! 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 74
 "'Hedera helix'," he announces.  "English Ivy," he adds in case you are 
unfamiliar with botanical terms. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 75
 He laughs softly.  "One finds little things on the floor all the time."
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 76
 "I created that myself.  WITHOUT micromorphosing any parts," he adds.  "I see 
that you like it.  If only for its value." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 77
 "I created the casket and its key -- without magic," he adds.
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 78
 "OW!  OOohoh -- "  A bead of blood swells where you stabbed the Sorcerer's 
hand as, overhead, his surprised moans subside to low chuckles.  His hand 
remains steady, as if you did nothing at all.  You stab again.  He laughs.  
Again.  He laughs even more hugely.  Unnerved, you halt your attack. 
 Zim subsides.  "Estui ennan -- "  As his tongue weaves a healing word-dance, 
the bloody pinpricks fade and vanish.  "Perhaps you hurt me because you fear 
me," he says.  "Understandable.  But you need not fear me if you are good." 
END_MESSAGE                                   

MESSAGE 79
 "A friend named Oscar gave it to me," Zim replies, crossing his arms.  "I 
hope you find it as comfortable as I have."  
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 80
 Laying a long finger alongside a steep slide of a nose, Zim answers, "I do 
not recall where it came from or what it is for." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 81
 You reach into the bag and take out the $NOUN$.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 82
 Wait 'till you are back to normal size.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 83
 Put the bag in the bag?!?  Are you kidding?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 84
 The $NOUN$ disappears into the bag.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 85
 Zim leans forward.  "Ah.  An Infinity Pouch.  Good for long journeys.  Also 
for robbing poor Sorcerers blind."  
END_MESSAGE    
                                           
MESSAGE 86 
 Oberon and Titania twirl, flutter, and float to a twinkly tune reminiscent of 
ancient Irish airs.  Gradually, the music box slows, and stops. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 87
 "I created the silverware with the lost wax process, and engraved each one 
with my monogram," Zim replies. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 88
 Smiling, Zim shrugs.  "Merely a spare jewel I tossed into the casket."
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 89
 Like a deep forest spring, Zim's laughter bubbles forth.  "You can see for 
yourself where that came from," he says, slowly stroking back the luxuriant 
green growth on his head. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 90
 Zim offers a solid fingertip to your questing hand.  "I am quite real," he 
assures you. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 91
 "Do you wonder if I am real?" he asks as you stretch out your hand.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 92
 Not unless you have some incredible magic of your own.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 93
 Zim shrewdly regards you with a faint shadow-smile.  Gently, firmly, he 
unlinks your hand from his, returning it to your side.  "I may be the best 
scientific proof of your adventure, but no, you may not have me." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 94
 Uuu-uungh!  The date is closed too tightly by friction to pop apart by hand. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 95
 It's DEAD, I tell you!  Don't be so relentless!!!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 96
 Open it?  When you can't even reach the knob?
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 97
 "Tip, a young friend of mine, urged me to go fishing yesterday.  He left 
that," Zim replies. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 98
 A slight upward curve traces the sorcerer's lips.  "I have seen many in my 
lifetime.  Show me the $NOUN$, and perhaps I can tell you about it." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 99
 "A spider?  Dutschfang."  Furrowing his pointy brows, Zim carefully studies 
you. "I do my best to keep such creatures out of my laboratory, but they 
sometimes do stow away on plants I bring in.  You seem unhurt.  Good." 
END_MESSAGE     
      
MESSAGE 100
 A whimsically sly look.  "Had you kept your eyes open while on the table, you 
would know what that was for.  You DID explore the table, did you not?" 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 101
 "An alarm, of course," Zim replies.  "The presence of a normal person in my 
laboratory would set it off at once, but at your size, you had to touch it."  
He pensively strokes his long chin. "I must correct that weakness," he adds.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 102
 "You ought to know what a $NOUN$ is for," Zim replies.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 103
 "You will find his laboratory through the portal I opened for you," says Zim. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 104
 AAAAAAYEAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAAARrrgh!  AAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
 Zim blinks. 
 "Well.  I am sorry you feel that way."
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 105
 GAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
 A perfectly long pause.  A perfectly straight look.  "It wouldn't happen to 
be my size, would it?" 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 106
 HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLP!
 A contrite twist of his green brows.  "Do not be afraid.  I can help you." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 107
 AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!  AAAAAAaaaaaaAaaAAAAaAAAAAAH!
 "I only LOOK like an evil sorcerer," Zim tries to reassure you.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 108
 EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
 "When you stop screaming, we shall discuss your presence in my laboratory," 
the Sorcerer says calmly. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 109
 AAAAArrrrrrgh!  GAAAAAAAH!  SCREAM!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKK!
 Zim calmly waits for you to stop being hysterical.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 110
 AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!
 Folding his hands behind his waist as if he thinks you are being quite silly, 
the Sorcerer waits for you to quit screaming.  
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 111
 Suspicions stirred, the Sorcerer has come close, too close.  His spearmint 
scent overwhelms your miniscule nose.  
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 112
 Footfalls approach as you climb into the bureau.  Drawers trundle out.  
Peering at you through drawer openings, the Sorcerer heaves a spearminty sigh.  
"You must face me sooner or later.  Why not face me now?"  Two cupped hands 
enter.  One nudges you into the other.  Zim gently sets you in the drawer. 
 Stepping back, he folds down to your eye level.  "Tell me how you entered my 
laboratory, and you stand an excellent chance of regaining your former height 
-- if you want to," he says pleasantly.
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 113
 "I would only capture you again," he murmurs. 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 114
 "Have some courage."
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 115
 "You are still in one piece, aren't you?" he murmurs persuasively, blocking 
your escape.  "You have not been grabbed, squashed or smashed, have you?" 
END_MESSAGE                                                            

MESSAGE 116
 "Wait."  Storkwise, slowly, Zim approaches.  "Take courage," he murmurs.  
"Allow me to move you to a safer place."  So saying, he lifts the stick, hand 
under you, sets you on the bookcase, and then gently places the stick against 
the table.  "There.  You see that I am harmless.  Now, if you please, tell me 
how you entered my private laboratory." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 117
 Zim darts his hand out...
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 118
 Lying on the cold yardstick, you measure the same in inches as you did in 
feet.  A slight comfort, since the room made you feel an inch or two smaller! 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 119
 As you sit on the scale, the pointer hovers around the one-ounce mark. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 120
 For an accurate reading, drop everything.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 121
 DOOM!  
        DOOM!   
               DOOM!
  Past the cabinet strides a tall, stately, green-haired gentleman.  Pausing 
at the bureau, he removes a bottle or two.  Then removes a book from the 
bookcase.  Focused on the book, he exits without seeing you in the shadows 
behind the glass. 
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MESSAGE 122
 "You could have hurt yourself getting that," he murmurs.  "But you do not 
need it now."
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 123
 "I smoke Spearmint Sweetburn."
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MESSAGE 124
 "I will $VERB$ to you of anything within reason -- but I will insist on 
knowing how you got in," Zim warns you. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 125
 "What do you wish to $VERB$ of?" Zim replies pleasantly. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 126
 A faint glimmer of a smile appears.  "$VERB$ of anything you wish."
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 127
 "I shall assume that was a gesture of greeting," Zim remarks.  
END_MESSAGE  

MESSAGE 128
 Zim winces, a slow blush coloring his lank cheeks.  "If you are groveling, 
please stop." 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 129
 "You may not be groveling, but you certainly appear to be," Zim remarks.  
"I do not require groveling of anyone.  Even trespassers."    
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MESSAGE 130
 "No.  I cannot stand groveling."  Zim gently pulls you away and MAKES you 
stand upright. 
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MESSAGE 131
 "If I decide your nature is cruel, I shall treat you accordingly," Zim warns.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 132
 Zim laughs once more.  "Why do you persist in these futile attacks?" 
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MESSAGE 133
 "Resisting me is useless.  I SHALL know how and why you came," he chuckles.  
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 134
 Plucking and tossing your makeshift sword aside, Zim pins your arms, picks 
you up and pockets you.  Fifty strides later, he stands you on a mirror 
tabletop in a study.  Standing across from you, Zim touches fingertips to the 
mirror.  "How did this trespasser come here?" Zim asks.  
 The voice of the Mirror surrounds you like fog.  "Through an interdimensional 
portal."
 "Did this person come by chance or design?"  
 "This person came to your laboratory by chance."  
 Zim draws brows together.  "Why did you refrain from telling me that before?"  
Unknitting brows, he shakes his head.  "No matter.  I shall restore you to 
normal, then."  Back to Zim's laboratory in his vest pocket.  You remain 
confined there as he languidly takes his time opening a portal with his magic, 
and then finds the Macromorphic Vapors.  Putting you on the floor at last, he 
restores you to normal. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 135
 Smiling tranquilly, Zim watches the $NOUN$ as it glances off him. 
END_MESSAGE 

MESSAGE 136
 Tranquilly, Zim awaits as you approach him.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 137
 Zim keeps hand on doorknob.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 138
 With a faint glow of a smile, Zim lightly strokes his long chin.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 139
 Ever so slightly, a fingertip beckons you on.
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MESSAGE 140
 "Good," he murmurs approvingly.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 141
 Folding down, he offers a long palm.  "This is awkward.  Allow me to put you 
where we may speak face to face."  Once you board, he lifts you to the 
bookcase top.  "There," he remarks as you step off.  "Better?  Good.  Better 
still if you tell me how you came here."  Crossing arms and legs, he waits. 
END_MESSAGE        
