cosmic group

"hell", Sayoraro said, "the Stulnion-grapplon has mismangiefiezed"
"fuuu", said half the crew, except the interloper guest who met us at Prasoing-Gemultran.
"what are you looking so unconcerned about? we're stuck halfway between layers in logological space"
"is the. um. what was it? Stulnion-grapplon. Yes. is the Stulnion-grapplon an object?"
"hunh?" said the bewildered and annoyed Haddapar, looking sadly at the remnants of the Stulnion-grapplon.
"is it a discrete object, distinguishable from other objects?"
"yeah, sure. it is. why?" replied Haddapar.
"do you have something you don't need?" said the interloper.
Jonigo's eye's went wide at this point. "you. um. can't know the cosmic group"
Fransby tossed her sandwich to the interloper. Jonigo's eyes were riveted.
Haddapar screeched: "what the hell is so interesting about mushing the sandwich about?"
"oh, I'm just palpating it. need to know where and how of it before I begin fiddling with the primes"
Haddapar: "Jonigo, what's this cosmic group thingy?"
"The cosmic group is the transformation group between all objects.
Presumably this dude knows it, which means that they know a whole hell
of a lot more than they're letting on. It means that they can transform
the sandwich into a Stulnion-grapplon"
"at this point you're probably going to want to pay attention to what I'm
doing, because I doubt I'll be in this neighborhood again"

The interloper kind of started rotating it, transforming it, it kind of looked
like it was a different color, or looked like a brick, or looked like that it was
the image of the space it was in. Or another sequence of difficult to name
specifics. Then the sandwich again.

"So whaaaa"

at this point it looked kind of liked a sandwich, but the interloper
did something and it was as if that all the putative parts of the sandwich
relinked, slotted into place and the brain could no longer see it as a sandwich.
The transition was both imperceptible and rotund. "I can't believe what I just saw"
The interloper gave the new Stullion-grapplon back to Haddapar. "I believe this
is what you need", said the interloper.

Haddapar was speechless. "If we could do this to anything..."

The interloper smiled. "No belzwang-trumfits or cassowary-crosmors for you, I'm afraid. Let's get going.