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mouth!"
"I think he's choking," said Bill. "If he is, putting a spoon in his mouth
would be a bad idea."
"The aliens are trying to bust out of his body in a bloody nasty horrible
way!" moaned Tootsie. "We're all going to die!"
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"How interesting," said Caine. "I really should be taking notes. This could be
of considerable interest to the scientific community."
"Garp!" garped Bruiser, flopping back in his chair. "Ick! Urp!"
"We've got to do something," said Rambette. "Bill, you can't sit there and let
him die!"
"I'm thinking it over," said Bill. "He wants to chop off my legs, you know."
"Nobody's perfect," said Rambette, pounding Bruiser on the back. "Give me a
hand."
"I think you're supposed to grab him around the waist and give a hard jerk,"
said Bill, getting up.
"So do it!" shrieked Rambette. "We don't have much time!"
"I can't get my arms around him," said Bill. "He's too fat."
Rambette and Bill joined hands, and after arguing about the possible location
of Bruiser's diaphragm, gave a solid jerk. Bruiser grunted loudly and the
table was suddenly splattered heavily.
"Yeow!" screamed Tootsie. "We're as good as dead!"
"It's a ghastly mess," cried Uhuru, sneaking toward the door. "I knew I
shouldn't have let you back on the ship. Anybody see the aliens?"
"There's nothing here but partially digested food," said Caine, poking around
with androidal scientific curiosity. "He was simply choking. That's most
disappointing. I was hoping for an alien."
"I told him to chew his food better," said Rambette. "But would he listen?
No."
"Anyone for seconds?" asked Captain Blight, wheeling in a cart overloaded with
food. He screamed when they all started to punch him. "What are you doing?
What's happening? And if you have complaints so do I. I was stirring up
another batch of blintzes and
hey!
somebody get that mouse scuttling across the floor. We can't have any
rodents in the dining area."
Bill stomped down hard with his elephant foot. What crunched underneath didn't
feel much like a mouse.
He lifted his foot slowly and looked at what was stuck to the sole with
horror.
"Did you get it?" asked Blight.
"I certainly did," said Bill. "But I don't think it was a mouse. Come look."
"Fascinating," said Caine, as everybody gathered around to examine Bill's
foot.
"Is that one of the aliens?" moaned Tootsie.
"It was one," Caine said. "Bill has, unfortunately, squashed it beyond
recognition. I would have liked to examine it."
"Where's it come from?" asked Tootsie. "Did it come busting out of Bruiser?"
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"No," said Blight. "It came busting out of the kitchen. I saw it scuttle out
from behind a sack of flour."
"Are those teeth?" asked Rambette. "Those white things stuck in the middle of
all that gore?"
"They look like teeth to me," Christianson said. "Pretty sharp ones, too."
"Sure are a lot of them," said Rambette. "A
whole lot of them."
CHAPTER 11
"I believe that it is fairly safe to say we're not dealing with a vegetarian
here," said Caine, examining the remains of the alien with his pocket
electronic magnifying microscope and throat spray. "These are the sharpest
teeth I've ever seen."
"You saved my life," said Bruiser, giving Bill a bone-crushing bear hug. "I
owe you one."
"Gasp," gasped Bill. "Gasp."
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"You good guy. So I go with you back down into dat dark place to get my
Slasher."
"Thanks," croaked Bill.
"I would not advise returning to the station," advised Caine. "Much less
paying a visit to the basement. It could be quite hazardous."
"But we need supplies from there or we won't be able to get off this crappy
planet," cried Uhuru.
"Somebody's got to go back."
"That somebody is not going to be me," moaned Tootsie.
"Quit all that moaning, Tootsie," Rambette commanded sneeringly. "It's getting
on my nerves."
"Would you rather I whined?" she whined.
"No, go back to moaning," shuddered Rambette. "Whining drives me up the wall.
Moaning just gets on my nerves."
"Back off a little," said Uhuru. "We're all under a great deal of stress.
Everybody would feel a lot better if we all took a brief time-out to get our
alpha rhythms in order. Let's just stop and smell the roses."
"Shove your alpha rhythms," snapped Rambette. "I don't believe in that ancient
new age stuff."
"I don't know about anybody else," muttered Bill, "but I could use some
sleep."
"Sleep?" screeched Uhuru. "How can you think of sleep at a time like this?"
"Easy," yawned Bill. "Have you noticed that none of us have had any sleep
since we landed on this planet? How long have we been here? Weeks?"
"More like days," yawned Tootsie. "Long enough. Too long."
"You got it in one," said Bill. "And the latrine. I haven't noticed anybody
trotting off to the head either."
"Something wrong with your nose?" Rambette sniffed. "I wouldn't go there for
anything. The compost pile smells better than that place."
"I been twice," belched Bruiser. "No problem."
"You humans had better get some rest," suggested Caine. "I will stay awake
examining what remains of the squashed creature." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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mouth!"
"I think he's choking," said Bill. "If he is, putting a spoon in his mouth
would be a bad idea."
"The aliens are trying to bust out of his body in a bloody nasty horrible
way!" moaned Tootsie. "We're all going to die!"
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Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Zombie Vampires
"How interesting," said Caine. "I really should be taking notes. This could be
of considerable interest to the scientific community."
"Garp!" garped Bruiser, flopping back in his chair. "Ick! Urp!"
"We've got to do something," said Rambette. "Bill, you can't sit there and let
him die!"
"I'm thinking it over," said Bill. "He wants to chop off my legs, you know."
"Nobody's perfect," said Rambette, pounding Bruiser on the back. "Give me a
hand."
"I think you're supposed to grab him around the waist and give a hard jerk,"
said Bill, getting up.
"So do it!" shrieked Rambette. "We don't have much time!"
"I can't get my arms around him," said Bill. "He's too fat."
Rambette and Bill joined hands, and after arguing about the possible location
of Bruiser's diaphragm, gave a solid jerk. Bruiser grunted loudly and the
table was suddenly splattered heavily.
"Yeow!" screamed Tootsie. "We're as good as dead!"
"It's a ghastly mess," cried Uhuru, sneaking toward the door. "I knew I
shouldn't have let you back on the ship. Anybody see the aliens?"
"There's nothing here but partially digested food," said Caine, poking around
with androidal scientific curiosity. "He was simply choking. That's most
disappointing. I was hoping for an alien."
"I told him to chew his food better," said Rambette. "But would he listen?
No."
"Anyone for seconds?" asked Captain Blight, wheeling in a cart overloaded with
food. He screamed when they all started to punch him. "What are you doing?
What's happening? And if you have complaints so do I. I was stirring up
another batch of blintzes and
hey!
somebody get that mouse scuttling across the floor. We can't have any
rodents in the dining area."
Bill stomped down hard with his elephant foot. What crunched underneath didn't
feel much like a mouse.
He lifted his foot slowly and looked at what was stuck to the sole with
horror.
"Did you get it?" asked Blight.
"I certainly did," said Bill. "But I don't think it was a mouse. Come look."
"Fascinating," said Caine, as everybody gathered around to examine Bill's
foot.
"Is that one of the aliens?" moaned Tootsie.
"It was one," Caine said. "Bill has, unfortunately, squashed it beyond
recognition. I would have liked to examine it."
"Where's it come from?" asked Tootsie. "Did it come busting out of Bruiser?"
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"No," said Blight. "It came busting out of the kitchen. I saw it scuttle out
from behind a sack of flour."
"Are those teeth?" asked Rambette. "Those white things stuck in the middle of
all that gore?"
"They look like teeth to me," Christianson said. "Pretty sharp ones, too."
"Sure are a lot of them," said Rambette. "A
whole lot of them."
CHAPTER 11
"I believe that it is fairly safe to say we're not dealing with a vegetarian
here," said Caine, examining the remains of the alien with his pocket
electronic magnifying microscope and throat spray. "These are the sharpest
teeth I've ever seen."
"You saved my life," said Bruiser, giving Bill a bone-crushing bear hug. "I
owe you one."
"Gasp," gasped Bill. "Gasp."
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Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Zombie Vampires
"You good guy. So I go with you back down into dat dark place to get my
Slasher."
"Thanks," croaked Bill.
"I would not advise returning to the station," advised Caine. "Much less
paying a visit to the basement. It could be quite hazardous."
"But we need supplies from there or we won't be able to get off this crappy
planet," cried Uhuru.
"Somebody's got to go back."
"That somebody is not going to be me," moaned Tootsie.
"Quit all that moaning, Tootsie," Rambette commanded sneeringly. "It's getting
on my nerves."
"Would you rather I whined?" she whined.
"No, go back to moaning," shuddered Rambette. "Whining drives me up the wall.
Moaning just gets on my nerves."
"Back off a little," said Uhuru. "We're all under a great deal of stress.
Everybody would feel a lot better if we all took a brief time-out to get our
alpha rhythms in order. Let's just stop and smell the roses."
"Shove your alpha rhythms," snapped Rambette. "I don't believe in that ancient
new age stuff."
"I don't know about anybody else," muttered Bill, "but I could use some
sleep."
"Sleep?" screeched Uhuru. "How can you think of sleep at a time like this?"
"Easy," yawned Bill. "Have you noticed that none of us have had any sleep
since we landed on this planet? How long have we been here? Weeks?"
"More like days," yawned Tootsie. "Long enough. Too long."
"You got it in one," said Bill. "And the latrine. I haven't noticed anybody
trotting off to the head either."
"Something wrong with your nose?" Rambette sniffed. "I wouldn't go there for
anything. The compost pile smells better than that place."
"I been twice," belched Bruiser. "No problem."
"You humans had better get some rest," suggested Caine. "I will stay awake
examining what remains of the squashed creature." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]