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"You did not bow to Allah, Measter Feek," said Mahmud gravely.
"Ah... That. I'm from Ohio, Mahmud; Allah said I didn't have to," replied Tanis lightly, and
with renewed confidence.
The two had been walking down a rather broad boulevard lined with little shops,
and presently pulled up in front of a modest establishment with a marquee that advertised it
to be a clothier of some distinction catering to discriminating men currently heading to
Earth. Tanis opened the door, and held it for his friend.
"Ah... Okay Measter Feek," and then as a second thought Mahmud said, "Measter
Feek, who is the Great Measter George Burns?" he inquired.
"Uhmm... I'll have to explain that later my friend, but right now we have work to do," said Tanis;
he was on a mission from God.
"Yes Measter Feek," said his friend; he was on a mission from Allah.
They had work to do, but first they need some new
clothes.
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