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2/24/2001
They thundered off down the corridor. Bricksla floated in the lead, hurling fire and obscenities to clear the way, as Panda clambered along behind like a loud avalance of kitchen utensils and M-fist brought up the rear, generally tea-and-wafering the living crap out of their occasional pursuer.
In the ship bay, they found the gleaming brown S.S. Bison: a big, awkward, friendly sort of lump. Like a drinking buddy. She was guarded by a colossal Robotic Sloth.
“Ooooo!” It said for the next minute or so, before beginning its attack. The attack was like a thirteen-mile hamster endurance run. Indeed, they had time to strike up a conversation with another escaping captive as they readied their ship. It went like this:
“Tweak?”
Tweak raised a hand. “Hey guys--I’m already kind of confused by this cast of characters, so can we just leave me to fend?”
“Sure. Good luck with that.”
“Okay, thanks guys.”
The Bisonauts enjoyed an unhurried takeoff checklist, then lazily blasted into the cold of space.
Ten minutes later, the giant sloth’s enormous fist gently dented the floor.
* * *
There has to be a morning after.
Somewhere, Dregs was still alive. Somewhere was the fleet they’d become seperated from. Somewhere was North America. He sipped his tea, and then refilled it from his fingertips.
“My, that’s a jolly good bunter,” he said.
Sure, the war to liberate North America had destroyed numerous planets. It had brought every crazy like Dregs out of the woodwork for some evildoing dough. For .000000000000000001% of the cost they could have built a new North America, filling in part of the Pacific Ocean. But it was North America, damn it! Max Headroom! Volkswagons! Au Bon Pain and the Marx brothers... no, wait, those were all from Europe.
But still.
One thing troubled him. Dregs. The animal lover/human hater... She had fed him pork-fried rice. Had made suggestive advances. If Dregs could build lifelike robots of animals...
No, impossible.
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