Avon bent over the unfamiliar instrumentation. “There are data-banks. Multiple data-banks - a wealth of information. I’m going to remove them. We’ll see what Orac makes of them.”
Tarrant emerged from the hold of the tiny ship, grinning. “Look at this,” he said, proffering a large golden lozenge. “The ship is full of
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In the meantime, Dayna was happily running all over the ship, clubbing snakes as she found them.
I couldn't help but think of the Simpsons. "Oh Whacking Day, oh Whacking Day..."
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teehee!
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