"Because all this has been in vain. All you can see is that we're monsters. And as such we have no feelings except for the giving of pain, torture and death. Gosh, fellas! Can't you see these things aren't real? We're the nicest monsters."
But all Harry and Jack could think of was that B. E. M's. were real. Further, they were as terrible as anything they had ever imagined.
"Yes," Hiah-Leugh went on. "We are as you have imagined because we live only in your imagination. And there we live as monsters. If in the beginning you had given us other lines to read and other lives to live, things might be as they really are. But no. The human race had to be the master race. The insect world and the animal world could only provide danger and conflict." He turned to the assembled monsters and said, sadly, "Okay, boys. Turn 'em loose. Let them go back to their typewriters and drawing boards...."
Harry Zmilch shook his head savagely and looked at his friend. He was doing the same.
"Got dizzy for a second," Harry said." Gees! Have I got a swell ending for my story...."
"Funny," Jack said. "I got dizzy too. And have I got a sweet idea for a monster. All detail...."
Harry went back and typed:
'But Tom Brighteyes was no longer listening to the voice of his beloved. Behind him were the advance guards of Hogo the Mogo. And ahead the dreaded swamp. There was but one thing to do, go into the sixth dimension, the fifth was already too perilous. Drawing the girl within the embrace of his brawny arms, he closed his eyes and sent out the powerful thought waves which would send him into the sixth dimension....'
And at the end, he tacked on: