"Their cars have stopped, and so has everything else - the world's at a standstill.
There isn't a microsecond of time to be had anywhere. Our supplies have been cut off.
Time has ceased to exist. Hora has switched it off!"
There was a deathly hush. Then someone said, "What do you mean, switched it off? What'll become of us when we've finished the cigars we're smoking?"
"What'll become of us?" shouted someone else. "You know that perfectly well. This is disastrous, gentlemen!" They all began to shout at once.
"Hora's planning to destroy us!" - "We must lift the siege at once!" - "We must try to reach the time store!" - "Without our cars?"
"We'll never make it in time!" - "My cigar won't last me more than twenty-seven minutes!" - "Mine will last me forty-eight!"
"- Give it to me, then!" - "Are you crazy? It's every man for himself!"
There was a concerted rush for the little door. From her hiding place, Momo saw panic-stricken gray figures trying to squeeze through it,
jostling, scuffling and swapping punches in a desperate attempt to save their gray lives.
The rush became a violent melee as they knocked each other's hats off, wrestled with each other, snatched the cigars from each other's mouths.
And whenever they lost their cigars, they seemed to lose every ounce of strength as well.
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