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   Mug the thug with Moses. The Sphinx had found us. It paused for a moment as if trying to decide whether to tear us to pieces or swallow us whole. It made its mind up quickly and came at us. I bent down and grabbed the wiggling little monster in the basket.

   “Take your hands off me you dirty, naked, subhuman piece of shit!“, it screamed, its eyes wide with terror.
   It snapped at my wrists as I lifted it in the air and over my head. I threw it at the thug with all my strength. The imperious little thug made an excellent projectile. It smashed the sphinx’s specs to pieces and bounced off into the undergrowth.
   The Doctor was stopped in its tracks. It roared with rage exposing a nasty collection of orange, spade like teeth. It raised a claw studded paw to its face, winced in pain then violently shook its head and whipped off the broken glasses. Its other paw pounded a cloud of sand in front of me. Its tail sheered the river reeds in every direction. Another deafening roar exploded in the air.
   The dogs jumped into the empty basket. I followed them into the river, grabbing on to the basket and pushing off just as the mud caked prophet came skittering out of the reeds on all fours like an angry lizard. It stopped short at the water line. We left the howling horror and its furious little sidekick stomping impotently on the shore.