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Aliens discover The Hitchhiker’s Guide.

(#00581 - A216)

Space, the text said, is big. Really big. If you think it’s a long way down the road to the shops, that’s peanuts compared to space.

“People paid money for this?”

“I think it’s some of their Terran humour…”

“I don’t see any references to trousers falling down in this narrative.”

Bloz glared at Kenka. “You and

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Deathworlders

Humans meet a species from a different deathworld.

(#00580 - A215)

Things around the negotiation table were tense. It wasn’t often that the humans met another cogniscent race that could kill them with ease. The fact that both sides were willing to keep their hostile actions in check was a telling victory for the mamalian side of the negotiations.

For a long time, Trodonti and Human stared at each other.

“We have studied your home planet,” said K'ress.

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I live!

I took my melatonin when I woke up at 1AM and got a full night’s sleep for the first time in forever.

The drawback? I could not wake up on time. Bluh.

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8:08 PM

Take note: Eating an entire bowl of hotter-than-I’m-used -to seafood laksa with two large glasses of milk to kill the fire leads to an uncomfortable intestine situation.

Nevertheless, I am still going to try for my 500 words.

Despite my lack of cognitive skills.

…I’m writing 90% of this book off-my-face freakin’ tired. You’d better buy squillions of copies…

Editing this sumbitch is gonna suck wet farts out of dead donkeys…

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10:25 AM

Finally back. Finished my day job duties.

Contemplating breakfast but feeling queasy.

I sort of wish O'Ranges was real so I could have a big, fluffy, barbecue-scented doggy-hug.

I’m going to be so bloody rat-faced by this arvo.

100% certainty of pizza for dinner.

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Challenge #00589 - A214: Like a House on Fire

Shayde and Ambassador O’Ranges

or

Julie, Nanny and Ambassador O’Ranges

[AN: You didn’t say ‘xor’ :D ]

Julie was still moaning. A constant monotone that, Shayde could tell, was starting to get on everyone’s pec’s. She was huddled in Nanny’s lap. Nanny couldn’t do much for her but be a living teddy-bear and mutter “Good girl, good girl,” at random intervals.

“Puir babby…” Shayde

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