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Hmmmmmmm, Marty what did you just think.
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"I was thinking about rushing the pitcher and teaching him a lesson about trying to bean me."
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So thought controls reality all right.
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Frances would be going in last as he looked around. "Well, this is...odd." He said. He would notice how Marty was able to conjure up a bat as he thought. "Well, not time like the present then." He said, trying to imagine a bridge to the rock with the house.
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I will build a bridge of excelent quality
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With both of them concentrating, Frances and Maki both manage to form competent bridges from one rock mass to the next. For now, it's holding firm, but both the rock they're standing on and the land mass with the house are trying hard to move apart in opposite directions.
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Marty tosses the bat over her shoulder, and it disappears into limbo. "Huh." Making stuff with your mind. This was some strange stuff. The bridges seemed sturdy enough, but she ignored them and walked directly toward the house, a charming cobblestone path forming under her feet and dissolving once she passed.
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"Wa-hooo!" Hano cries as she soars through the soup towards the house. "This is fun, I gotta tell Lynn about thi- whoa!" she swerves, narrowly avoiding a ball of ice zooming past. She navigates to the house and lands in its front yard.
"Hey, so what are we looking for here?"
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A mailbox outside the little rainbow house has the words "Not Max's House" painted on the outside. The house itself burps as the group sets foot on its yard.