To:ALLITERATION HURTS TOO, YOU KNOW.
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:The things you trust aren't the same:  May the 22nd.  That's today.
 
Steiner and Sequoia found themselves in a cockpit.  Sequoia was surprised
to find a longsword on her right hip and a shortsword on her left.
 
Steiner was equally surprised to find a few grenades in his pockets.
 
After the shock wore off, he casually glanced at the readouts.  Full fuel, 
lots of air, the cannons were fully loaded, and the six sidewinder
missiles were also launch-ready.
 
"Neat!" he said, smiling inwardly for a second.
 
His reverie was broken by an odd sound; something that sounded like a hunk 
of fresh liver being hurled against a brick wall.
 
Plop, plop, plop, went the sound.  Steiner got up and looked aft,
suspicion clouding his face.
 
There was an odd creature, bouncing about the rear of the shuttle.  It
was shaped something like an octopus, only upside down, and it jumped all
about in a small area.  Each time it landed, it made a sick, wet-sounding
thud.  Plop, plop, plop it went.
 
Steiner smiled and returned to the front of the shuttle, followed by the
creature.  "We've got a Plopper with us, too," he said, still smiling. 
Sequoia returned his smile with an uneasy grimace.
 
"A Plopper?" she asked.  In reply, Steiner merely pointed at Plopper, who
had, at this point, plopped its way to the front of the shuttle.  Plop,
plop, plop it plopped.
 
"I'm gonna go check out the outside of the shuttle," he replied.  "You two 
get aquainted."
 
He did a quick examination of the shuttle, discovering six missiles on the 
outside, attached to really neat-looking weapons pylons, and a
ridiculously large number of cannons protruding from the front.  From a
distance, it looked as if the shuttle needed a bad shave on the chin.
 
When he entered the cockpit again, Plopper was bouncing up and down in a
single spot in front of Sequoia.  She was watching it with her eyes, and
her face looked a bit green.
 
"Please make it stop," she whispered.  "All that darned plopping all about 
is gonna make me ill.  Doesn't it ever stop?  Doesn't it ever need a
rest?"
"Nope!" replied Steiner, smirking broadly, and cranked open the throttles.
To:JUST HOLD ON A SECOND...
From:FLIPPER
Date:The things you trust aren't the same:  May the 22nd.  That's today.
 
Flipper sat down in the pilot's seat. After a brief mental battle he had
imprisoned the part of his mind which questioned his new attitude, and
thus regained control. He had then sounded the depart siren, calling in
his ladies from the starbase, and had the pleasure of breaking the
kneecaps of three clients who hadn't paid. But finally, he was ready to
move on to bigger and better things, for Flipper had his plan.
 
 First part was hitting a bigger starbase, so he could get some serious
money flowing. He roughly threw a few switches, and the ship backed away
from the Starbase. When he was clear, Flipper nodded to himself.
 
 "Yah. This is gonna be something, all right."
 
 He entered a course on a keyboard, and whipped a fin over the engage
toggle switch.
 
 The switch broke off.
 
 "GodDamn piece of shit!" roared Flipper, smashing his fin down on the
control panel. The entire panel lit up in a minature fireworks display of
sparks.
 
 "Oh no," moaned Flipper, as the ship began hurtling towards a nearby
planet. He angrily flipped other switches, breaking several more, with no
change. Finally he sat and glared at the computer, as if daring the ship
to crash.
 
 Oddly enough, that's exactly what it did.
 
     * * *
 
 Flipper lay in the cockpit, entangled by thousands of threads of
emergency crash webbing. Eventually he fought his way free and exitted the 
ship.
 
 It lay in a small forest, a long path a destroyed trees behind it clearly 
marking the descent path. For such a large ship, it had survived the
accident quite well, apparently sustaining only minor damage. Flipper
grunted with annoyance as he noticed an engine sitting some distance back
from the ship.
 
 Although only slightly damaged, Flipper didn't have anything he'd need to 
repair the ship. He angrily stalked off in no particular direction as
several of his women began exitting the ship. They merely watched him go,
before digging out a torch and beginning repairs on the ship. One
commented that the engine in the distance must be from another ship.

To:TAKE THIS!
From:FLIPPER
Date:The things you trust aren't the same:  May the 22nd.  That's today.
 
An awkward roar sounded overhead, and Flipper looked up. A spaceship of
some type was unsteadily descending. One of the rear corners appeared to
be missing, and was smoking badly. The ship was obviously going to hit the 
ground in a matter of minutes, as something seemed to have hit the engine
section, leaving only one sputtering engine in place.
 
 "Hah!" laughed Flipper at the ship. Although it didn't exactly please him 
that someone else was crashing, he felt better knowing someone else would
have to suffer too. Maybe the owner of the ship has money, he thought, and 
might be a little lonely at night...
 
 Flipper looked in front of him. He had walked to the base of a mountain
in the middle of the forest. A cave gaped in front of him, and he looked
at it. He strode up to the entrace and arrogantly walked in.
 
 The cave showed evidence of being a living quarters of some sort. Fish
bones littered parts of the cave, and ashes showed where a fire once
burned. There was also a makeshift bed of woven grass in a corner. Flipper 
snorted in amusement and began searching the place for valuables.

To:THE GRAVY THICKENS...
From:PHANTOM
Date:Today is any day other than May the 22nd.  Why?  "Off with their heads!"
 
  Admiral Flembeck stood on the bridge of the largest starport in the
whole galaxy, marvelling at the progress they were making with the new
additions to it.  Soon, not only would the starport be as large as a small 
planet, but it would have the firepower to destroy planets in a single
burst of energy.  Yes, things were looking rather good in the rape and
pillaging/destruction departments now-a-days.
 
  First of all, with the creation of this powerful home port, they would
be able to travel throughout the universe with their forces, saving hours
of precious communications time between themselves and their incredible
force of ships and men that was already responsible for taking over and
controlling a fifth of the galaxy.
 
  As he sat and thought, he watched the front viewscreen with pleasure as
another squadron of enemy ships were blown out of existance by their
vastly stronger fire-power.  And yet the starport (Which Flembeck felt was 
a shame to call it something wimpy like "The Playhouse"....) sailed on
through the showers of sparks and flaming hunks of metal that occupied the 
area where only a few moments ago a whole squadron of ships once stood.
 
  The smile on his face slowly wavered as a messenger came in and gave him 
an envelope, and after it he read it's contents, his smile disappeared
altogether...  He had been called to see the emperor....
 
 
     *    *    *
 
 
  The door silenty swished open, revealing a long dark room, at the other
end of which sat the emperor himself.  Clad completely in black, it was
hard to make out his features, not that anyone would want to look upon the 
features of such evil and keep themselves from going mad...
 
  "Sit down Admiral Flembeck."
 
  Flembeck shuffled forward towards a chair sitting a few feet in front of 
him, and noticed with horrer that sitting on the seat of the chair was a
pillow... Fear rushed through his mind... Was it?
 
  "Uh... I think I'd rather stand, if that's..."
 
  "SIT!!!!!!"
 

To:BOTSWANA.
From:PHANTOM
Date:Today is any day other than May the 22nd.  Why?  "Off with their heads!"
 
  Admiral Flembeck tried to resist with every fibre of his being, but the
voice commanding him was goddam commanding that he was forced to watch in
horror as he slowly stepped in front of his chair, his buttocks wavering
gently overtop of the beckoning pillow....               
 
  His mouth gaped open as his soft, downy white butt cheeks which he tried 
to buff daily slowly lowered themselves down... Lower.... Lower....
Until... Just the barest inches from the pillow he began screaming in
fear.  Him, the greatest Admiral in the fleet, screaming like a little
child, as he finally planted his posterior on the pillow, give his tush a
soft, comfy sort of feeling that only a fine pillow can give your butt.
 
  Slowly he stopped wailing, and casually opened his eyes, looking about
in amazement because, well, he still was able to look around in amazement. 
He looked up at the figure sitting across the room from him, and noticed
that he seemed to be leaning forward slightly, as if questioning what he
had just seen.
 
  "Ummm....Is everything alright Admiral Flembeck?"
 
  Flembeck blushed slightly and began tugging gently on the collar of his
shirt... "Yes, everythings, umm... fine.... I just played a bit too much
squash yesterday, you know, and my muscles are a little bit tight.  that's 
all!"
 
  "Oh, I see.  So everything's fine?"
 
  Flembeck began relaxing a bit,  "Yes sir, couldn't be better!"
 
  "Couldn't be better?"
 
  "No sir."
 
  "You're sure about that?"
 
  "Oh, yes sir!"
 
  "Not even..."  The figure leapt out of his chair, eyes blazing and
finger pointing accusingly, "Thinking that calling this spaceport 'The
Playhouse' being WIMPY?!?!"
 
  "Oh dear.... You read the first message..."
 
  With a cry of fury, Pee Wee Pinrut, Despot of the Universe, whipped out
his Pillow of Much Pain and Hurt Causation and imploded Flembeck's head
with it... "Mock my Playhouse will you?  Ya little bugger..."

To:MAYBE NOT
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:Today happens to be the 23rd, oh ye Marie Antionette freak.
 
As the shuttle steadily rose in the air, buoyed by a column of searing,
red-hot flame, a most curious shock shuddered the craft.  Wild-eyed,
Steiner gaped at the radar.
 
There was a most curious noise, as of metal sliding against metal, and
their continued rise seemed to be slowing down.
 
"What was that shaking thing?" asked Sequoia, her eyes betraying her
shock.
 
"Froggin' spaceyacht passed beneath us as hypersonic speeds, shock the
snoot out of this craft," grated Steiner, as he began wrestling with the
controls.  The shuttle had, at this point, begun a slow descent downwards.
 
"Well, what happened, then?" she demanded, her response punctuated by a
wet thud and a most curious metallic shredding noise.
 
"We lost an engine.  It just hit the ground."
 
Plopper was plopping about near the rearview port.
 
"Just find me a nice place to land, willya?" uttered Steiner between
clenched teeth, as he executed some fine manouevers to keep the shuttle
upright.
 
---
 
Flipper's reverie was broken by the sound of a sharp thud.  "Boss!"
screamed one of his employees, "That shuttle has landed!"
 
He dashed out to see what had happened.
 
---
 
The shuttle sat in a smoking pit, steam whispering up from the ground, the 
metal clicking as it cooled.
 
"What now?" asked Sequoia.
 
"Stay put," he grumbled.  "Plopper and I will go take a look around, see
if we can't get oriented."
 
As he stepped out from the shuttle, something seemed to catch on his back. 
 He was yanked back from the entrance and held there.
 
"What the?" he asked abortively, struggling to get himself free.
To:MAJOR AFTERTHOUGHT REPORTING.
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:Today happens to be the 23rd, oh ye Marie Antionette freak.
 
He looked back to see a most curious-looking, fabric-coated... bar wedged
in the doorway.  It was strapped across his back.
 
Wrestling himself free of the harness, he saw the most curious looking
item he'd ever seen:  a seven-foot-long sword.
 
"What the hell is THIS?!" he yelled, annoyance clouding his vision for a
second.  His mood quickly changed to astonishment when he saw Sequoia's
facial expression.  It was one of awe.  Her lips were pursed together, and 
she looked lustfully at the sword.
 
"WHAT?!" screamed Steiner, fighting with the sword to get it unwedged from 
the escape hatch.
 
"It's a flamberge," she whispered, her eyes tracking up to Steiner's. 
Pleading filled her visage, a desperate sort of pleading.  "Can I... can
I... *touch* it?" she asked.
 
Steiner quickly released the sword, worry crossing his face.  "Uhh, sure," 
he said, backing away and nearly falling to the ground.  "No problem."
 
Suddenly, he was somewhat concerned about her.
 
He'd managed to get down to the ground when he heard her dulcet tones
again.  "Here you are!" she cried, lowering the scabbarded sword to him. 
"Put it on!"
 
He tried to put it on vertically, but since the sword was almost a foot
taller than he, he found that it dragged on the ground most uncomfortably. 
 He tried to fasten it horizontally from his belt, but even if his pants
would stay on from the weight of the thing, he found that it got caught in 
trees and wedged in door ways all to easily.
 
He eventually satisfied himself by slinging it nearly vertically across
his back.  As he finished his arrangements, he realized that there was no
way he could ever draw it without casting it to the ground, grabbing the
pommel, and slinging the scabbard away a la baseball batticus.
 
"Come on, Plopper!" he muttered, the weight of the sword settling most
uncomfortably on his back.  As he circumnavigated the ship, he noticed the 
very large number of loose nuts, most of which appeared to be ready to
come off with the merest sneeze.

To:METAL FATIGUE?  NAP TIME.
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:Today happens to be the 23rd, oh ye Marie Antionette freak.
 
"Just look at this!" growled Steiner, pointing at some of the loose bolts
holding the other three engines.
 
"Maybe you shouldn't have made a Harlequin romance novelist do a real SF
author's work," she chuckled.  She booted a landing strut, and a most
disconcerting shudder ran through the shuttle.
 
Steiner looked at it appraisingly for a second, arched an eyebrow, then
shouted a single imperative:  "RUN!"
 
All three bolted for the cover of standing trees, as little plates and
bits began falling from the top of the shuttle.  As it shuddered some
more, bigger and bigger bits began falling at a faster rate, and in a huge 
cloud of dust, there was naught but a heap of metal.
 
Blut, blut, blut, blutted Plopper.  The soft land was reducing the noise
he made.
 
"What now?" she asked.  "Looks like we're not going anywhere."
 
"We'll go sift through the wreckage and find a container or something. 
Then maybe it'll be time to ferment us some berries.  I sure could use a
stiff drink right about now."
 
She looked at him oddly, shrugged, and headed back towards the shuttle's
remains.
 
---
 
"Go find them!" ordered Flipper, as his women began preparing assault
rifles, personal body armour, and backpacks with munitions and supplies. 
"Bring 'em back.  Maybe we can help them..."
 
He continued the thought in his mind:  "... spend their money."
 
---
 
Half an hour later, Sequoia headed off to a stream with what used to be te 
shuttle's glove compartment.  Steiner rummaged through the heap, trying to 
find (and disarm) the six missiles and the cannons, before something ugly
happened.
 
Plopper blutted back to Steiner, and began plopping on an exterior panel,
the piece of metal resounding like a drum because of the way it was
supported.

To:LASSIE CAN'T WIELD AN AK.
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:Today happens to be the 23rd, oh ye Marie Antionette freak.
 
BLOP!  BLOP!  BLOP!  blopped Plopper, the sounds of booming metal filling
the forest.
 
Steiner watched Plopper with his eyes, fighting off a wave of
dizziness-induced nausea as he did so.  "People, eh?" he muttered.
 
He jumped off the pile, and started wrestling with the sword for a moment. 
 "Aw, fuck it," he growled, unsheathing his knife instead.  At that
moment, three heavily armoured forms broke through the ring of trees.
 
"Drop it!" shrilled a metallic sounding voice.  Steiner found himself
surrounded.  With a sigh, he tossed his knife to the ground.
 
"The sword, too!" demanded the same voice.  Wrestling with the straps,
Steiner had accidentally jammed the buckle, and it would no longer open.
 
"Don't move!" rasped the voice.  One of the armoured forms stepped
forward, and began fiddling with the belt buckle.  Cursing to itself, it
cast off its gloves to fiddle with the buckle better.
 
"Just remove the sword from the sheathy-thing, then frisk him for
weapons," screeched the voice.  It sounded to Steiner like it was a
digitized rendering of a three million harpies scratching their nails
along a chalkboard.
 
The form managed to draw the sword and cast it to the ground, where it
landed with a loud thump.  It then began to frisk him.
 
Steiner, his hands in the air, noted that the hands of the frisker were
long and lacquered; hands of a woman, perhaps.
 
"Oooh, he's muscular!" screeched the form behind him.  Steiner jumped.  He 
heard another thump, and a helmet rolled into view.
 
"So sorry, kind sir," he heard behind him in quiet, dulcet, feminine
tones.  He slowly turned to see an attactive woman gazing at him.
 
"Let ME frisk him now!" shrieked another woman, and soon the other two
were searching him for weapons.
 
"What's this, another knife?" one asked.
 
"Uhh, no," he replied, squirming a little in their grasp.  "That's my..."
 
"It's gotta be a knife!" she said, squeezing to make sure.  "They just
don't come shaped like that!"
To:CAPITALISM
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:Today happens to be the 23rd, oh ye Marie Antionette freak.
 
"Maybe we should take him back to the base," one mused, "Boss's orders,
you know."
 
"No, let's just frisk him some more, right here!" cried another, shucking
out of her armour as quickly as she could.
 
"Well, maybe the other girls would like him, too..." replied the first.
 
"Uhh, ladies?" asked Steiner, mildly wishing to himself that he could have 
the time to frisk them all in turn.
 
"Yeeees?" they all replied in unison, then tittered.
 
"Do you see that heap of metal over there?"
 
"Yeeeees," they all said, with schoolgirl seriousness.
 
"That was my shuttle.  I'd like to get it fixed."
 
"Oh, why didn't you say so!" one replied.  "We've got all the tools we
need back at the yacht!"
 
"My associate and I would be grateful," he said, bowing formally.  At that 
moment, Plopper blutted into view.  Blut, blut, blut.
 
"He's cute!" cooed one, scooping Plopper into her arms.  "You pick the
best associates!  What's his name?"
 
Before he could tell them about Sequoia, they hustled him back to
Flipper's yacht.
 
---
 
"Steiner!" she cried, "I've got some water now!"
 
She crested the ridge that was formed by the shuttle's landing, and saw
the remains of the shuttle.  All was silent and deserted.
 
"Steiner?" she asked in a suddenly quiet tone of voice.  "Steiner?"
 
She climbed up the pile of metal, sat down, drew her knees up to her chin, 
hugged her legs, and just rocked back and forth for awhile.
 
"Where are you?" she asked in a tiny, wounded voice.

To:THE STATE OF THINGS IN THE UNIVERSE TODAY.
From:PHANTOM
Date:May 24th, 1993.  Happy Victoria Day!!!  Let us Victoriate!!
 
  NARRATOR:  Well boys and girls, I think it's time to take a timeout to
compare our characters and the changes that have occured to them over the
last hundred twists of the plot.  I think you'll see the drastic changes
that have been occuring, but hopefully it'll help you better understand so 
that you'll stop sending the company all the stupid mail we've been
getting lately.
 
  First, let's consider Sequioa.  In the first picture, we see her as she
publicly humiliates Steiner, both physically and emotionally.  In the last 
picture, we see her hunched form sitting on the remains of the shuttle,
contemplating what has happened to Steiner.  How sad.  Sniff.... NEXT!!
 
  (A slide projector clicks in the background)
 
  Our next slide depicts Flipper, the happy, carefree dolphin with his
flippers around some of his dolphin friends, one of whom is Carolina, the
girl he loves.  How sweet.  Now in this next slide we see the truth in
this seedy character, as evidenced by the leather jacket, the whip, the
earring.... Not to mention the "Honk if you're horny." bumper sticker on
his shuttle.  Yes, I'm afraid we were all duped in the beginning. 
 
  Now we go back to the previous slide and focus in on Carolina.  See the
beautiful, innocent smile?  The look of joy in her eyes?  Now, in this
next slide, all we can see is darkness... Heh... Gee, too bad... I'm
really broken up about it... Are you hungry yet Carolina?  Do you....
Whoops!  Sorry bout that.  (Shuffling of paper insues)  Where was I...?
 
  Oh yes, Mr. Pinrut!!  Here we see our favorite turnip headed metal
apparition as he gleefully watches his arm getting bitten off by a whale.  
That wasscally wittle turnip.  Now, in this next slide, we see him sitting 
in front of a huge viewscreen as self-proclaimed emperor of the universe,
holding his fingers in front of his eye, through which a planet can be
seen.  I believe at this time he is saying, "Ar!!  Crush!!  Crush!!  
Crush all of your little heads!!!  Crush!!!"
 
  Finally, we find Steiner.  In our first slide, we see Steiner as an
unlawful killer, who would gladly sell his own mother to slavers so long
as it would bring him joy.  In the second slide, we see him as he is....
ummm.... Apparently enjoying the free demonstrations he is receiving from
Flipper's employees...           
 
  Ummm....Yes.... Well... That seems to be it for our... NO!!  KEEP THAT
LAST SLIDE ON!!!!!  Excuse me!  That's it for the update.  It all seems
rather simple, really... No need for alarm.  Now if you'll excuse me... 
Hey, you!!  I'll pay you 50 bucks for that slide.  No?  Ok, how about
$100?  Awwww, c'mon!!  I'm a professional photographer, and the lightings
To:NEWER PLOT DEVICES, YA KNOW?
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:Lactate, victoriate, masticate, articulate, May 26thulate...
 
There was a most curious wrenching sensation, and right then and there,
she knew that something really awful was about to happen.
---
 
Hindsight was always 20/20, and how she wished she'd listened to her
mother when she'd always gone and said that guys were trouble.  So, okay,
maybe she was just speaking figuratively, but how was she to know that the 
oddest looking freaks she'd ever seen?  Ugh!
 
Okay, so maybe the human-looking types with twelve fingers and orange skin 
were alright, and the ones that looked like dogs and spoke in rhymes to
each other were alright, but those ones with six slimy arms and a
sandpapery mop-top who just loved to peek up skirts, now those were too
much!  And that guy... those weird things he wanted to do with her!  It
was too bad she had to kill him eventually,because despite his perversion, 
 
She sighed to herself, and ruffled her hair.  It was hard being the
universe's greatest swordsperson.
 
The lifepod, at this point, began a controlled descent into the planet's
atmosphere.  The tiny craft bobbed about and was buffeted by the air, and
she was shaken about and rattled inside the craft the whole was some kind
of castanet.  She began wishing she could at least torture the man a
little for having the bad taste to use such cheap life pods.
 
Eventually, a parachute on the top of the pod unfurled, and the pod's
rapid descent was abruptly slowed.  She was crushed into her seat for a
moment, and used the time to curse the man's entire past lineage for
having dragged her away from her family and a quiet lifestyle.
 
She peered out a window and saw a lot of foliage approaching.  She hastily 
ensured her armour was on correctly and that her trusty bastardsword was
onhand.  She made a kissy-face into the mirror and smiled at the
reflection.
 
The pod landed with a thump.  She solidly booted the door open with
practiced ease from all the days she'd spent as a hotel bouncer, and
popped her lithe form outside.  Forest.  Nearby was a heap of metal with a 
curiously familiar female curled up in a ball, sobbing relentlessly.
 
With a sneer of disgust, she began striding forward, to teach that woman
how one should act.  When she drew closer, the woman spun around, and both 
their jaws dropped.
 
"Janne?" asked Sequoia, eyes agog.

To:AS THE WORM TURNS...
From:FLIPPER
Date:Lactate, victoriate, masticate, articulate, May 26thulate...
 
Flipper stood outside his craft as the final seams were being welded back
into place. The women did good work. He was mildly impressed. Of course,
if they couldn't have fixed the craft, he would not have been happy at
all, and he'd have made them suffer. He felt no affection for the women
working under him, they were there simply to do his bidding and earn him
money, and perhaps to satisfy the occasional physical requirement. It
annoyed somewhat that there was none of his own kind around for that, but
at least the money had been rolling in. After money, follows power.
 
 A large group returned from the jungle, making 'ooh'ing noises, and
apparently escorting a prisoner of some sort. "It's MY turn to frisk him!" 
occasionally came from a woman on the outside of the group, and she'd push 
her way to the center. Flipper shook his head.
 
 "Hey!" he yelled. "Whaddaya think you're doing? Bring him over here, and
get your hands off him unless he pays!"
 
 The women suddenly settled down into a more business-like attitude, and
roughly escorted Steiner to Flipper. Steiner stood there, surrounded by
heavily armed females, looking a little bit lost by the sudden lack of
attention.
 
 Flipper looked him up and down. "I remember you," he said. "You're the
crazy guy."
 
 A woman with a welder's mask came up behind Flipper. "All done, sir." she 
reported.
 
 Flipper turned for a moment, and nodded at her. "Go inside, then, and get 
this piece of shit ready to fly. I want to get off this dustball in a day
or two."
 
 She turned and began walking away. Flipper reached out and pinched her
rear before turning back to Steiner.
 
 "So," he began, "you like these ladies?".

To:TIME MUST MARCH ONWARD...
From:FLIPPER
Date:Lactate, victoriate, masticate, articulate, May 26thulate...
 
Melissa sat down at the control panel for the massive ship, and flicked
several warm-up switchs in preparation for the firing of the massive
propulsion unit. It would take the unit about 20 hours to warm up to a
usable state of stability.
 
 She checked a couple of read-outs, and nodding, flicked several more
switches and typed rapidly on a small keyboard. The entire vessel began to 
hum, and she tilted her head slightly, listening for any structural
deficiencies in the hull.
 
 Satisfied, she opened a small cover and pressed a large ignition button,
beginning the complex engine ignition phase. In about 20 hours, they could
leave. She sighed, wondering if she'd get any customers before they left,
like maybe that muscular guy the search team brought back.
 
 A loud buzzer diverted her daydreaming, and she glanced down at the
console. The sensors had apparently warmed up enough to begin short-range
scans, and the vincinity warning indicator was flashing. She reached over, 
prepared to cancel it, as it was obviously just a meteor or an asteriod
above the planet. Suddenly she froze, as the viewscreen lit up to show a
huge construction of some sort. It would have been easy to confuse with a
large asteroid, or even a small moon, except that the high-definition
sensors detected the metallic construction.
 
 She zoomed in on the object, increasing definition and scanning it in
entirety. The sensors, still not fully warmed up, returned largly
unreliable results. But she was able to note it's incredible size, it's
massive weapon power, and it's course. It was headed for an orbit around
this very planet.
 
 "The boss is gonna want to know about this!" she said gleefully, and ran
out to get Flipper.

To:MALICIOUS DOLPHIN...
From:FLIPPER
Date:Lactate, victoriate, masticate, articulate, May 26thulate...
 
 When Melissa exited the ship, she saw Flipper engaged in discussion with
Steiner. Steiner was looking somewhat hungrily around at the women, and
Flipper was smirking and nodding. Knowing better than to interrupt, she
waited.
 
 "Right then," finished Flipper. "This is my offer: You can have the
credit you wanted, but you'll pay 45% interest, compounded monthly, unless 
of course you think that's too steep."
 
 On a subtle cue from Flipper one of the women moved slinkily in front of
Steiner, brushing up against him and wriggling before moving away again.
 
 "We got a deal?" asked Flipper.
 
 "Yeah.." said Steiner, in a daze...

To:OOPS.... ABORTED TOO SOON
From:FLIPPER
Date:Lactate, victoriate, masticate, articulate, May 26thulate...
 
 As a bevy of women led Steiner into the luxury cruise ship, Melissa
walked up to Flipper.
 
 "Boss?" she asked.
 
 "Not now," replied Flipper. "I'm busy figuring out how much to soak that
sucker for..."
 
 "There's something on the viewer you might really want to see!"
 
 "I don't have time to look at any more dirty movies," scowled Flipper.
"Go away."
 
 "It's *really* important! I can't explain it, but it's huge! You've got
to see it!"
 
 Flipper sighed in annoyance. "If there isn't anything on the viewscreen,
you'll be sorry."
 
 Melissa instantly wished that the large object would be gone when Flipper 
got there, but she didn't say anything.
 
 Flipper stalked into the control room and spun the viewscreen around to
face him. He paused, then entered some values on the keyboard to enhance
the scan.
 
 "Look at the size of that thing!" muttered Flipper in awe.
 
 "See?" asked Melissa. "I told you!"
 
 "And the weapons," continued Flipper. "That could hold off the galaxy..." 
He continued gazing at the image on the screen. "I must have it..."
 
 "We'll be ready to take off in 20 hours," offered Melissa helpfully.
 
 "Twenty?" asked Flipper. "How long till that thing is here?"
 
 "Uh," paused Melissa, doing some mental calculations. She brightened.
"About twenty hours!"
 
 "What a coincidence," muttered Flipper. "Well, you did good. Very good."
 
 "Can you punish me anyway?" sulked Melissa.
 
 "Well, all right," replied Flipper, reaching for a whip. But his mind was 
on the large moon-like battlecraft.
To:I GOT MODS ON THE BRAIN.  AUGH!
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:Lactate, victoriate, masticate, articulate, May 26thulate...
 
"45% interest?" he thought to himself.  "I haven't had money for a..."
 
His thought was interrupted by one of the amazonian babes, brushing up
against his front.  "Oooh, Rick, what big muscles you have!" she crooned.
Self consciously, perhaps,he removed his jacket, revealing a sleeveless
tanktop.  He flexed his biceps.  Her eyes widened.  He smiled a hungry
smile, scooped her up in his arms, booted a door open, and stopped cold.
 
Flipper, holding a whip, was standing over woman who was moaning in
agony.  Steiner set his woman aside, ground his teeth down, and with a
vicious kick, booted the whip out of Flipper's fluke, deliberately
injuring said cetacean's limb in the process.
 
Even before he could follow up with a vicious elbow drive to the kidneys,
he caught sight of a dozen pistols trained on him.  He stopped cold, his
hands in obvious sight.
 
"Flipper!" weakly moaned Melissa, bent over a chair.  "You stopped!"
 
Flipper was having a very hard time keeping his composure.  His fluke was
very sore, as was his ego and temper.
 
"Don't stop..." she murmured.  Steiner's eyes widened in horror.  "But
I... but I..." he stammered, completely shocked beyond all belief.
 
"But you... the... uhh..." he continued, with the same amount of success.
He finally pointed at the whip, at Melissa's lashed back and buttocks, and
at Flipper's injured fluke.  "But!" he protested.
 
"That's gonna cost you," grated Flipper, glaring an evil glare of pure
hatred.  "Get him off my ship," he ordered, and the women stepped forward
to comply.
 
Before anything could occur, the space yacht's motion detectors were
suddenly set off.  A small object was descending into the planet's
atmosphere, the configuration somehow, to the ship's abused computer,
resembling a large thermonuclear bomb.  A thousand million klaxons at two
million decibels all went off, and in the brief millisecond where everyone
stood stunned, Steiner dived out the nearest hatch and ran the fastest 100
meter dash anyone ever saw.
 
Desperately wheezing for breath and horribly outweaponed, he began
trotting off deeper into the forest.  Stubbing his foot against a rock, an
amazing plan gave birth to an eerie and malicious smile, which pasted
itself on his face for a family of chipmunks to see.
 
To:ACIDIFIED STRATOS
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:Lactate, victoriate, masticate, articulate, May 26thulate...
 
He dispersed all his women to search for Steiner, all of whom were clad in
battle-armour, all of whom carried those assault rifles that were capable
of stopping six generations of hyperhinos in their tracks.  Flipper had
bought them from a demolitions company, and was rather impressed with his
purchasing prowess.  He even got to use the butt of one to break some knee 
caps.  He knew quality when he saw it.
 
She stopped cold when he heard an aggressive, adrenaline-filled voice
grate softly from above:  "Drop your weapons, step forward, remove your
armour."
 
A sharp retort from behind her convinced her to reply.  It sounded like a
shot from the Antilugian Overbored Terracannon, which could drill holes
through tanks and string them together like so many beads.
 
"Don't shoot!" was what she said.  She dropped her gun, very slowly,
stepped forward, and removed her armour, equally slowly.
 
Steiner dropped from the tree and scooped up the gun, then casually
scraped the remains of a crushed turtle shell out of sight.  He noted, to
his surprise, that she was quite scantily clad.
 
She nervously smiled when she saw the gun he pointed at her.  "Stay put,"
he said, taking the critical joint-pins from her armour and walking away.
---
Flipper had been so engrossed in watching the gargantuan spacecraft, that
he'd completely forgotten the fact that Plopper was still on board.  The
fact was driven back into his mind when he heard the sickly plopping noise 
it made when it moved:  plop, plop, plop.
 
"Wet liver?" he thought, as the sounds approached him.  He turned around
to see it, as the creature, shaped like an upside-down octopus, bounced
even closer.
 
It bounced about in a small area, as if looking around, then spying
Flipper, began bouncing in one spot not three meters away.  Flipper stared 
at it, entranced.
 
It began bouncing faster, and Flipper stared at it all the more, his eyes
bobbing up and down.
 
It came as no surprise at all to Flipper when the imperative echoed in his 
head:  WORSHIP ME.
 
There was nothing he could do.  Flipper worshipped Plopper.

To:INFRAVISION CLOUDS MY... INDECISION?  NAH.
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:Lactate, victoriate, masticate, articulate, May 26thulate...
 
Steiner, much to his later chagrin, never heard it coming.  The lights
simply went out.
 
"Bastard!" she quietly whispered, retrieving the joint-pins from his
pocket.  She felt the back of his head.  The impact from the rock she'd
hurled was obviously bleeding, but most likely not lethal.  She collected
her gear, but stopped cold when she was bracketed by a pair of throwing
knives.
 
"Touch the gun and you get free piercings," uttered a voice, most quietly. 
There was an unusually high level of menace in the voice.  She sighed to
herself and stepped away from the gun.
 
Steiner awoke to the feeling of a sharp point being prodded into his chest 
repeatedly.  His eyes snapped open, and traced the point of a sizeable
sword to a hand.  The hand was attached to a wrist, which was attached to
an arm, which wore metallic armour.  The arm was attached to a body, and
the face locked his attention.  The blonde valkyrie stopped prodding him
with her sword.
 
"Sequoia," quoth the blonde goddess, "you choose the most pathetic men."
 
Steiner's attention angrily crept back to reality, and he leaped to his
feet most unsteadily.  He felt the back of his head, which now had the
bandages which had swathed the side of his face not so long ago.  Looking
about, he saw Sequoia training a gun on a sizeable mob of women.  A large
stack of guns sat nearby, as did an even larger stack of armour.
 
Picking up one of the weapons, he read the inscription on the side.  "GUN" 
it said, most cryptically.  On the other side was, "Imported from Mexico."
 
He shrugged and shouldered the weapon.
 
"This is yours?" said the blonde woman, handing him the huge flamberge
from hell the author had provided him.
 
She handed it to him like it was a dead fish.  He put it back on
wordlessly, slung the gun over his shoulder, and grumbled to himself.
 
"Can you take care of those women for me?" he asked, looking inquisively
at Sequoia.  The other woman merely laughed obnoxiously.  "Sure we can,"
sad Sequoia, after the other woman stopped laughing.
 
"By the way, this is my sister, Janne.  It's a long story."

To:HOLD ME CLOSER, KEEP ME NEAR.
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:Lactate, victoriate, masticate, articulate, May 26thulate...
 
He picked three of the amazonian prisoners at random, and at gunpoint,
marched them back towards Flipper's ship.
 
He noticed that they weren't keeping their hands up a whole lot, and that
they seemed to be more preoccupied with removing as many pieces of apparel 
as they could.
 
"Steiner?" one asked, twirling about with a shy grin.  "Is it okay if we
take a brief break from playing war?"
 
"Uhhh," he replied most sagely, and before he could do anything else, he
was smothered by a giggling mound of female flesh.
 
---
 
They resumed marching order again, although Steiner kept the gun pointing
at the ground, and the girls all wore smiles.  They seemed quite lax about 
the whole prisoners-of-war routine.
 
As they approached the ship, the sounds of wet liver being hurled against
a hard surface resounded through the small clearing.  Entering the ship,
they saw Plopper bouncing up and down in a small spot in front of Flipper, 
and Flipper jumping up and down in a small spot, keeping exact pace.
 
Upon their entry, Plopper slowed his plopping and moved away, while
Flipper collapsed into a chair, a tired smile appearing on his flushed
face.  "Whew!" he panted, "that was good exercise!"
 
He mopped his brow with a fluke, and turned to Steiner.  "I've worked out
a method of repayment, should you wish to, well, partake of earthly
pleasures," he said, positively beaming at Steiner.
 
"Uhh, well," said Steiner, and the girls giggled.
 
"Have you any objection to taking over a ship?" asked the dolphin.
 
"No problem," replied Steiner, "if you fix that shuttle of mine."
 
Flipper pondered for a second.  "Okay, I'll throw that in too.  Just sign
here."
 
Flipper, with a flourish, produced a piece of paper and a pen.  One of the 
women circled around and began massaging Steiner's shoulders.  Completely
distracted, he didn't bother reading the contact before signing it.

To:BETCHA PHANTOM'LL BE SORRY HE'S BEEN GONE SO LONG...
From:FLIPPER
Date:Lactate, victoriate, masticate, articulate, May 26thulate...
 
 Steiner went off into the depths of the ship, followed by a large group
of scantily clad women, tossing their clothes everywhere. Flipper assigned 
another group to set off to begin repairs n Steiner's ship, and carefully
locked the contract in the ship's glove compartment. After what had
happened at the hospital and the Oceanarium, Flipper had little doubt that 
Steiner could procure the large war-craft for him with little difficulty.
 
 He suddenly remembered the odd device which had been descending through
the atmosphere, and did a quick scan for it. He found it, and it turned
out to not be thermonuclear after all. What it was, was a large metallic
box, with a button on top labelled 'Press here for a good time.'
 
 Flipper was stunned. But also curious. This surprised him mildly, that
his curiousity had returned, but he gave in to it.
 
 "It might be worth something," he consoled himself, and he set out to the 
coordinates given to him by the computer. 
 
 Plopper watched him go, then returned to bouncing in front of a large
group of half-nude women, who were bouncing in turn. What could be better
than having worshippers like that?
 
 Flipper finally reached the box and examined it. It looked no different
than it had in the scan. Cautiously he picked up a stick and pressed the
button.
 
 A holographic display of light shot up from the box, miles into the sky.  
Suddenly, a large, muscled man appeared in the display. He whirled around
and faced Flipper, a look of psychotic joy on his face.
 
 "ha-Ha! Hi!" boomed the figure, in an annoyingly high-pitched falsetto.
It was amplified almost to the point of distortion, and Flipper's
sensitive hearing was being pushed.
 
 "My name is Pee-Wee!" exclaimed the figure, making elaborate gestures
with his hands. "Ha-ha! Can you and I be friends? Better make it quick,
though, 'cause I'm going to blow up your planet in a few hours! This is a
recording!" The light and sound faded to mocking, falsetto laughter.
 
 Flipper nodded to himself. No doubt it was the owner of the battlecraft.
He was a looney. Should be easier than he thought to take the craft over.
He drew his gun, and blew the box into thousands of pieces before
returning to his ship.

To:PREPARING FOR ACTION
From:FLIPPER
Date:Lactate, victoriate, masticate, articulate, May 26thulate...
 
Flipper sat in the cockpit, idly revving the massive propulsion unit. He
was prepared to take off 8 hours ahead of schedule, although this was
advised against in the manual. Flipper took no faith in manual writers,
anyway.
 
 But he was waiting. A large number of his ladies were reported missing,
and while he'd gladly leave them behind, it meant lost earnings. He cursed 
the female species for not being where he wanted them at the right time.
He'd give them one more hour, then he was leaving without them. Just to
emphasize his point, he announced this over the ship's intercom, using
it's amplifier to send the message out of the ship and across the planet's 
surface.

To:HERE WE GO AND GET WICKED...
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:Yup, it's finally the 27th.  Enough stupid rhymes, eh?
 
An intercom crackled into life near Flipper's fluke.
 
"Hang on, boss, this repair job is gonna take a little longer than we
thought."
 
---
 
The repair crew stood by nervously, as a woman clad in steel plates,
wielding a bizarre sword, stood between them and the ship.  Nearby, a
wierdly smirking female wielding a GUN stood guard over a platoon of
Flipper's amazonian warriors.
 
---
 
"What for?!" he bellowed belligerantly
 
"The owners of the ship haven't been briefed, by the looks of it. 
Somebody keeps screeching something about a steiner, whatever that is."
 
Flipper rolled his eyes in disgust, banged his fluke on the desk, which
oddly enough, didn't hurt, and pressed a few buttons.
 
A brief while later, Flipper heard the footsteps he was expecting.  He
spun about, a sadistic grin pasted on his face.  Steiner stood there,
wearing nothing in the least.  His arms were crossed over his chest, and
he looked extremely displeased.
 
"Whaddaya want?" demanded the man, his eyes flaring for a second.
 
"There's a slight problem near your pile of garbage.  If you want it
fixed, you're going to have to go down there and take care of it."
 
Steiner cast a withering glare, turned on his heel, and got quickly
dressed and rearmed.
 
---
 
Janne stood in front of the repair crew, her sword inhand.  She was
twirling it in the air in a most absentminded fashion, snickering
sadistically at the repair crew's looks of nervousness.  Steiner
eventually strode up into view, an extremely foul glare pasted across his
face.

To:PLAY THAT THING THERE, SCOTTY
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:Yup, it's finally the 27th.  Enough stupid rhymes, eh?
 
"Leddem go," he muttered, casting his trademarked dark scowl at the blonde 
woman.  "That was just plain stupid."
 
Janne stepped aside, and let the women of the repair crew through.  They
set to work on the remains of the ship with a will, perhaps not wishing to 
watch the two individuals who looked ready to come to blows.
 
"Feeling lucky, pretty boy?" taunted Janne, twirling her sword with a look 
of delight in her eyes.
 
Steiner coughed, narrowed his eyes still further, and adjusted the straps
on his sword.  Before he could prepare it to be unsheathed, Sequoia turned 
around, shrieking.
 
"Stop it!" she cried, "You two are idiots!"
 
Startled, they both glared at her.  With a start, Steiner recalled that
they worked for Flipper now, and that holding his employees as hostages
wasn't a good career move.
 
"Leddem go," he grumbled, pointing at the amazons.  "We work for Flipper
now."
 
All the women in the clearing looked at Steiner with a start.  "WHAT?!"
shrieked Janne and Sequoia in unison.  Flipper's amazons merely tittered
amongst themselves.
 
"SHADDUP!" screamed Sequoia, pumping a half-dozen rounds near their feet.  
 
Steiner looked at Sequoia like she was some weird creature from another
planet, and Janne looked at her sister with a look of concern.

To:CHROMATE DEATH
From:FERAL FERRET
Date:Yup, it's finally the 27th.  Enough stupid rhymes, eh?
 
Eventually, the ship was completely rebuilt, but somehow... it just didn't 
look the same.  The ship was much smaller, alot less squat, and certainly
alot more sleek.  It looked like a dull, chrome-anodized machine of doom,
not a huge, hulking, combat shuttle.
 
Oddly enough, though the replacement ship was a quarter the size of the
original, there seemed to be no spare parts floating around.
 
Seeing Steiner's look of confusion, the chief repair-babe strode forward.  
"You were missing a few parts, sir," she said, tapping a clipboard with
some blueprints, "so we couldn't just rebuild the original craft.  We just 
took a few liberties and used the rest of the parts as armour."
 
In quiet admiration, Steiner climbed into the cockpit.  There were three
human-shaped chairs and one... most unusually shaped one.
 
"That'll be for your cute associate,"
said an engineer.  "He's more intelligent than your two soldiers," she
whispered.
 
"He?" puzzled Steiner, looking around.  Inside, there were a few small
compartments that one might use to hold weapons or food in.  He took the
time to unload his considerable armamentum into a locker, then stepped
back outside when he heard a familiar noise:
 
Blut, blut, blut, blutted Plopper on the soft ground, as he bounced his
way towards the ship.  Sequoia merely sighed, leaning back against a tree, 
while Janne goggled at the creature.
 
The engineers tittered a little, patted Plopper on the head as he bounched 
around, then carefully strapped him into the oddly shaped seat, which
seemed to have been custom-made just for the critter.
 
"All aboard," muttered Steiner sardonically, "USS LoveBoat departing."
 
Turning to the last engineer, he muttered softly:  "Tell Flipper I'll be
back, and I expect my payment then."
 
When he thought nobody was looking, he patted her bottom.  The engineer
tittered.  Janne, who caught the end portion of the show, scowled.
 
---
Flipper chuckled as his scanners caught the slim, dark needle of demise
climbing skywards on a column of magnesium-blue flame, but fell silent as
a most bizarre urge overtook him.  With his women onboard, he viciously
twisted the throttles, and heaved his ship into space as well.
To:NES DUDES
From:ROGUE
Date:Yup, it's finally the 27th.  Enough stupid rhymes, eh?
 
     Tetsuo looked around at the barren desert, trying to decide what path 
would be the best. He was lugging a deer carcus over his shoulder and it
wasn't getting any lighter. He was still shockesd to come upon this desert 
in what was known as Saskatchewan, that was before the great plague. The
pistol weighed heavy upon his hip, and he was down to 5 shots, and there
was little chance of his finding anymore untill he reached a frontier
town. THe barren landscape was a long void of pavement and sand, there
were a few tracks in the sand and he decided he may just follow them to
see where they led.
 
     He ripped off peices of the deer and ate it as he went the taste of
the raw acidic meat hung in his throat. He was getting closer to what he
thought would be his ultimate destination, he patted his side bag and
smiled, soon he consoled himself, soon... 
 
     The shack was old and decrepid, there was garbage scattered on what
would of ben the front lawn, syringes, small plastic bags, and various
other pieces of trash. Tetsuo walked up to the door and knocked.  
 
"Yeah?" Came the harsh reply, from behind the door. 
 
"I have some good news friend" he said looking into his bag.
 
"What kinda news?" he said creaking his door open just slightly. 
 
"Let me tell you about my religion" tesuo said, the door slammed closed
quickly, not quickly enough for tesuo, he kicked the door in and pulled
his pistol. "Look bud I'm here to help, don't make this harder than it has 
to be". He reached into his bag and pulled out an old tattered bible.
Throwing it at the man, he only noticed now that the room was flickering
with an electrical glow and looked like something out of frankenstein,
there was a strange door through which Tetsuo could see a strange,
mettalic vegtable like person.    
 
"OK bub what the heck is that door?" Tetsuo asked. 
 
"It's a transdimens-portyal, it leads to a new universe I think I've
discovered" THe man said stammering
 
A new dimension, Tetsuo thought, this could be interesting, frig it he said
and stepped through the door.  
It wasn't easy being a Jehovas Witness in the 24 century...
To:NICE SHOOTING RED TWO. THIS IS RED FIVE, I'M GOING IN. OOPS, WRONG ONE...
From:FLIPPER
Date:If you were paying attention, you'd know when today became the 29th.
 
 Flipper forced the throttles to full pwer as his craft climbed slowly
higher into the atmosphere. Steiner's small battleship had left the
atmosphere already, and was performing manuveurs of some sort - Flipper
wasn't sure what Steiner was doing.
 
 Finally he broke free from the planet's grip, and established a temporary 
orbit around the planet. Confident in Steiner's abilities, he decided to
make use of the time he had to stock up on some goods. He plotted a course 
to a massive supply station just outside the solar system, and jammed the
ship into gear.
 
 With a lurch the vessel broke from orbit and hurtled out into space.
 
     * * *
 
 Carolina sat dejectedly in a large pub. Unusual creatures of all
descriptions circled around, drinking various fluids which Carolina
couldn't hope to place. She herself had a glass of water before her, and
played with it idly. The water hadn't come cheap, and a bill before her
listed the price as 82 *s, whatever a '*' was. She had no money, indeed
nothing, so she sat there trying to decide what to do.
 
 She didn't understand where Flipper had gone, or why he left, but what
hurt even more was Mr. Pinrut's reaction.
 
 She'd always liked Mr. Pinrut, even if he was a little odd. She'd thought 
he was a good friend, to her and Flipper. But instead of supporting her in 
her hour of need, he'd dumped her into space in some kind of escape pod,
and left her to drift.
 
 "Hey, baby, wanna have a little action?" burbled a voice in front of her. 
A brownish creature with a large, protruding face stood unsteadily before
her. She thought the creature looked a little bit like a camel.
 
 "No, thank you," she replied.

To:IF SHE ONLY KNEW...
From:FLIPPER
Date:If you were paying attention, you'd know when today became the 29th.
 
 The creature made a motion similar to a shrug, turned around, and passed
out on it's face. Carolina considered the improbability of her pod
actually hitting this odd station, but she wasn't one to dwell on
'might-have-beens'.
 
 A small, scrawny man-shape, who looked a bit like Mr. Magoo, slammed into 
the room.
 "The Pleasure Craft is here!" he yelled.
 
     * * * 
 
 Flipper set the auto-dock sequence, and got to work while his ship docked 
at his private docking bay. It was a gift from the owners of the base,
since he brought so much revenue to the base. Flipper had sneered in his
head when they gave it to him, feeling it was only right they gave him
stuff, since soon he'd be ruling everyone anyway.
 
 "Butch!" called Flipper. A large, muscled woman with a crewcut appeared.
"You can get the supplies to restock the ship, and get the loading done. I 
want out of here by morning. Get Melissa to sort out the customers, and
get Roxanne to bring in some new recruits."
 
 "Right, boss," replied Butch, her voice every bit as deep as her name
might suggest. She went to do her job as Flipper wondered what kind of guy 
would go for a huge woman like that. He snorted and went to his cabin to
sleep.
 
     * * *
 
 "The Pleasure Craft?" wondered Carolina aloud. A passing waiter heard her 
and stopped.
 
 "Yeah," he replied. "It's a big ship that travels all around the galaxy.
They stop all over the place, and the ship is full of prostitutes. For a
price, you can have anything you want. That is, if you're male. 'Fraid
they don't have anything for females."
 
 "Everywhere?" replied Carolina. A plan was beginning to form. If she
could somehow stow away on that ship, she could probably get a ride back
to Earth, and find Flipper. She nodded to herself as the waiter moved on.
 
 
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