How soon we forget, you fuzz-heads. I know how real Rapp is; I have transported him, seen him clamber, fed him spaghetti, and heard him sing. Chongo, on the other hand, has no existence except in the imaginations of those who imagine him; so it makes little sense for him to want something other than imaginary money. It's like asking for Monopoly money when you plan to buy real property. It wouldn't work where you are. I'm sure you can see this.

The whole quandary, Rapp, is that you seem to think nothing wrong with threatening a phantasm with lead bullets. This like offering to cure a nightmare by using an ABC fire extinguisher. It's a different system of creations. Come on, now, admit it.

The big question is why Chongo thinks there is no difference between the world of his watery day-dream images, and concrete real things like bullets, my spaghetti, and the ocean, for example.


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