There is the secret key.
It's invisible, of course. Only an invisible key can open an invisible wall.
I don't believe it! Wretched, wretched girl! What have you done to my Exsexive Machine?! You've undone it! You've undone me! Look! The energy cables are shrinking! You've turned them into faggots! You'veó you've burned out the Exsexive Machine! You've blown all its fuses!
[sighing] My goodness!
I speak of the dignityÖ the nobility of pure evil!
. . .
What have you done with the positronic ray?
Oh, so that's it.
What does it do?
All persons and objects in its path are de-minimalized to the fourth level.
That's right. Replaced in the fourth dimension, irretrievably.
Whoever succeeds in killing her will be put immediately to a horrible death. Hence my prudence.
[His manic expression turns to one of dismay.]
I find horrible the idea that one could do to me, that which I do to others.
Wake up, Your Majesty! You must wake up!
Vade retro, Earth girl! I know you don't really exist.[
That may be, Your Majesty, but we'd better stick to what we see.
Where are we?
In the Mathmos, and alive!
I can see that, but why?
It seems the Mathmos has created this bubble to protect itself from your innocence.
You are so good, you made the Mathmos vomit.