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The Doclopedia #1,840
Oh, Shit!: We’re Going To Crash!
DAMN! That Euro dog took out our main gas cells. We’re leaking hydrogen and falling fast! Chandra, deploy the wings! Ghosh, inflate the emergency gas cells!
That ground is coming up fast! Doctor Boko, please do what you can to calm the passengers. Lookout, is that son of a bitch coming back for another pass? He is? Good! Singh, that my rifle and shoot him out of the air!
Excellent shot, my friend! He won’t be attacking any more India Airships vessels! Ghosh, how are those bags? Good! Alright, Chandra, we’ll pull back on the stick on 3. 1…2…3!
Arrrrggghh! Helm, aim for that lake!
Sweet Jesus, that was close! Those glider wings saved us for sure. When we get to Delhi, I’m buying everyone here dinner, then I’m heading back to the States. You gents will get by just fine without me.
What’s that, Ghosh? Wings on a motorized vehicle without gas bags? Really? Hmmm. Maybe I won’t head back to the States right away.
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The Doclopedia #1,841
Oh, Shit!: Her Husband Is Home!
WHAT? You’re MARRIED! To Hrognar the Merciless? And that’s who’s approaching from over the hill?
First, hand me my pants! Next, thank you for telling me you’re married to the single most deadly human in the Twelve Lands. Where is my other boot?
You might think to warn the next guy you bring home BEFORE you spend all night fucking him! Give me my pack.
Look, baby, you were great, but not great enough to get cut into pieces for. Take you with me? Not a chance. First off, if we had left 5 minutes ago, he’d be catching us about 5 minutes from now. Second, I’m not running off. This is a Ring of Teleportation and I’m going to use it’s last charge to take me all the way to East Pidwin, which is 500 miles from here. After that, I’m heading for parts unknown.
See you never, baby!
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