Thomas Kinkade NASCAR THUNDER

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maybe. If it's true that there are billions of universes stacked alongside one another, the thickness of a thought apart, then there must be people elsewhere.
But wherever they are, no matter how mightily they try, no matter how magnificent the effort, they surely can't manage to be as godawfully stupid as us. I mean, we work at it. We were given a spark of it to start with, but over hundreds of 'It is, of course, very small. Very plain. But it will suffice for my simple needs.'
'Will it?' said Teppic, yawning. 'That's nice. And now, if you don't mind, I think I'll turn in. It's been a long day.'
Dios bowed as though he was hinged in the middle. Teppic had noticed that Dios had at least fifty finely-tuned ways of bowing, each one conveying subtle shades of meaning. This one looked like No.3, I Am thousands of years we've really improved on it. He turned to Dios, feeling that he ought to repair a little bit of the damage. 'You can feel the age radiating off them, can't you,' he said conversationally. 'Pardon, sire?' 'The pyramids, Dios. They're so old.' Dios glanced vaguely across the river. 'Are they?' he said. 'Yes, I suppose they are.' 'Will you get one?' said Teppic. 'A pyramid?' said Dios. 'Sire, I have one already. It pleased one of your forebears to make provision for me.' 'That must have been a great honour,' said Teppic. Dios nodded graciously. The staterooms of forever were usually reserved for royalty.