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A slow-witted heavyweight boxer is walking through the jungle when he realizes that he seems to be getting shorter.

"Huh? What's going on?"

It's a patch of thickened quicksand. The boxer's tightly-packed, heavy frame is causing him to sink.

A dyslexic mystic appears from amidst the thick foliage. He reaches out his hand. "Come with me if you want to live."

"Wha...?"

"Take my hand. It is your density."