| A STORY... TO READ |
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| "Hmm. I wonder how my shares are doing. And where my body is." |
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| Meanwhile... "Ha ha ha! I, Back-Woman, shall thwart Towel-Woman's plans! I'll... I'll bloody well send her into space!" |
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| "Ooh! Cripes! How will I ever become rich up here? Won't someone save me?" |
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| Back on earth, in a big observatory, Towel-Woman's cries for help are heard... by Max, the caretaker. "What was that? A woman in space?" |
| "I'll have a closer look." |
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| "Yep, there she is!" |
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| Meanwhile, Back-Woman set off to the stock exchange to claim Towel-Woman's money. "Oop! Bloody steps!" |
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| Max sets off in a rocket to save Towel-Woman. "Yes! RAW POWER!!! Sorry, I mean blast-off." |
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| Max bravely left the space shuttle to look for Towel-Woman. "THE ULTIMATE TRIPPPP." |
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| "There, got you with my big pole." "Oh thank you! Let's go home now, I'm asphixiating." "OK, but don't try and sell the shuttle on the way down or anything." |
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| "Sorry. Couldn't resist." "You're asking for a kicking, you are." |
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| "There!" said Max, "Safely back on earth with a perfect landing." "It's not that perfect." "I really don't need this." |
| Meanwhile Back-Woman queues at the exchange. "Bloody queues." |
| "That's my money there!" "Is it?" asks the clerk. "Of course it bloody well is, you git!" |
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| Stupidly, Max and Towel-Woman race to the exchange in a covered wagon. "Stupid rental company. Oh, look! There she is!" |
| Back-Woman tries to mingle in with the crowd. "After her!" |
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| Vexed, Back-Woman tries to lose them by crossing a puddle. |
| Max follows, closely followed by... |
| Towel-Woman and they catch her. "Oh, bloody hell!" |
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| "Alright! You've caught me! I suppose you want your bloody money back now!" "Why can't we just be friends?" muses Towel-Woman. "Really? Bloody hell!" |
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| And they do. "Hey, with that money we could go into the bloody soft drinks business!" "Yes! What shall we call our new drink?" "Bitches Brew?" suggests Max, carelessly. |
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| POW! He was never seen again. THE END |
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