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The fifth time I died I was on my way to

  • The fifth time I died I was on my way to the baccarat lounge on the starliner Tiburon. It shouldn't have happened in an age of amped humans and intelligent ships, but the airlock d
  • idn't close properly and as soon as I took off my space helmet, I suffocated infront of my beloved Annie. "THE SHIP IS NOT HERS", I mouthed slowly as my brain began to squeeze out
  • of my eyes & float into outer space, full of philosophical thoughts. Annie didn't quite get my message about the ship's owner, but she understood now that the airlocks were leaky.
  • If you know what I mean. Incontinence was no laughing matter though, and I gave Annie a stern lecture about that when I had a moment between solving world hunger and picking my new
  • best friend's seat. You know what they say: you can pick your friends, you can pick your seat, but you shouldn't pick your friend's seat. Annie and I sat down for dinner at
  • the table, looking at the faces around us. Some were familiar, some not. Annie looked at me nervously. I looked around and, awkwardly, said, "Um...hi. How's the food?"
  • You're feeding me my own leg and you expect me to remark upon it's flavor? It's cooked exquisitely, the flavor...perfect, is that what you hope to hear, you sick
  • , sniveling bastard. It's perfectly delicious! Is that it? There, you heard it straight from my mouth which is full of my own broiled flesh!
  • A tiger waited nearby and called me by name. How could Otto the elephant have told him who I lost my nicotrol inhaler? I folded a story instead and laughed out loud. Oh oh!
  • I've finally lost it. I'm surrounded by talking animals!
Started
2015-11-06 19:41:55
Finished
2016-02-29 21:08:06

1 Comments

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    SlimWhitman Mar 29 2016 @ 04:44

    Richard Parker?

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