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constant swirl, his eye-ball having joined it.
Dong staggered across to a shiny glass panel and used it as a
mirror. Looking at his/her distorted reflection, his/her mouth dropped
open. 'We's aren't at a galactic fun fair, is we ... blooody hell!' Due
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new shape all of its own, he'd/she'd never drunk ale whilst in his/her
heroic form before and this was obviously the result.
Parts of Dong's new body shape had definitely remained white
muscle whilst other parts had deflated back to black blubber,
his/her chest looked most confused. He/She looked distinctly like a
futuristic type of dairy cow. His/Her height, too, had shrunk, about a
foot, although, he/she was still the taller of the three. 'Let us gets
back to Kebab ... I mean ... Cube.'
With the back-packs safely in position on their fronts, the reason for
which I won't go in to, the Three Piss Heads started to make their
climb back up the ladder, the same one they'd used to get down.
'But Empress,' Commander Derder grovelled, 'the prisoners may
have escaped but somewhere in this wharf they still hide, and we
hold that to our distinct advantage. Don't you agree?'
The Empress stared hard. 'No not really. I will say this, though, if
you don't find them you won't be speaking to me again, or anybody
for that matter, understand?!'
'Yes, Empress, I do. Thank you. Thank you ... ' No sooner had the
transmission finished, Commander Derder put the space wharf on
an even higher security alert. He hadn t wanted to go this far but
The Empress had arrived faster than anticipated. Apparently her
half-missing destroyer was aided by a freak solar wind and, as a
result, had been propelled through the stars at extreme speeds.
'Those bloody wise gits! I knew they would be more trouble than
they're worth, I should never have allowed them onto my wharf.'
The commander slammed his fist against the nearest wall. 'Where
can they be hiding?'
'Weh'hey!' echoed Scank, swinging from halfway up the ladder.
'SSSShhh!' Chucker hushed loudly. 'We've gots to gets back
onboard what's her name?'
'Cube,' said Scank.
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 'No thanks, I don't take any when I'm drunk!' Completely
forgetting the point of the conversation, Chucker resumed climbing,
leaving Scank quickly behind.
Meanwhile, some distance above both of them, Dong was on
his/her own top secret mission. On this made up top secret mission,
he/she was imagining being a spy on a top secret task to do
whatever the hell he/she liked to complete the top secret mission ...
It makes sense if you're drunk.
Having left the others way behind, the squidge had already
reached the top of the ladder and, in a kneeling position, was
tapping the balcony railing in what he/she thought was morse code
but was in fact turning out to be a rather funky beat.
'Hey, Dongy, nice sounds!' approved Chucker, before throwing up
over the ladder and onto the balcony which appeared to him to be
moving. After a while he managed to crawl over to the stability of
the far wall.
By the time Scank appeared, Chucker was still propped against
the wall and was wobbling his head to the groovy beat radiating
from the squidge's moving hands. 'Wow!' gasped the leetlesheet,
also impressed by the vibes. 'Are you ... grrr ... we ... snfff ... stayings
here then?'
'No, we were waiting for you, Scanksy,' replied Dong, one eye not
quite open. 'We needs to get some supplies for Cube. She's having
troubles with her core gravitational.' Stopping his/her drumming, to
the other two's utter distress, he/she got to his/her feet, one being
deflated the other inflated. 'Come on, we can gets to the lower
cargo decks the way you just comed up - or is that - came up?'
Having taken his fat muscular friend's word for it, Scank was just
about to descend back down the ladder when he noticed
something rather relevant. 'Hangy on a minuter? We've already
gots the stuffs on our fronts, look!'
'Oh yeh?' snuffed Dong. What is we waiting fors then, let's return to
Cubes?'
'I doesn't know what we is waiting fors ... grrr ... but before we go,
can we be sick?'
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