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any of the dimwit books they publish?"

"The correct answer is fourteen."

"What did I tell you about the wiseass stuff?

"To stop."

"Exactly. Before I read Boylu's wonderful book I suffered from not being
especially tall."

"You're short, Lex."

"No, five foot two is not technically short."

"It is, yeah. Besides, you're only four foot eleven."

"I was, but after reading Boylu's book and applying his teachings--well, I shot
up to five two. Any dimbulb can see I look much taller."

"That's only because you've taken to walking funny."

"What do you mean?"

"You go around on tiptoe now and sort of stretch your neck."

"Sure, that's all part of the Boylu System. In order to think tall, you have to
stand tall," explained the publisher. "But actually -- I came here to talk about
the new assignment I have for you."

"I've got sufficient assignments, what with recruiting artists for Dr. Suicide
covers and Lizardworld and the new Lethal Injector series and --"

"This involves not art but travel." He took, on tiptoe, a step back and cocked
his head to the right. "It'd be nice if you had more hair and less chins, but
maybe Olive Bunce has different tastes than --"

"Whoa, no. Wait." He pushed back from his board. "I don't intend to go anywhere
near Olive Bunce or --"

"On the contrary, Rog, you are. You're going out to California, in just three
weeks," said the publisher. "Otherwise . . . " Shrugging, he glanced over his
shoulder at the door.

"You can't fire me. I have tenure, not to mention --"

"Tenure is for academics. But, don't fret, if you can bring off this simple
task, you're set for life."

"Any chore that remotely involves Olive Bunce cannot be classified as simple."