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"Hmm.  I wonder how my shares are doing.  And where my body is."
Meanwhile...
"Ha ha ha!  I, Back-Woman, shall thwart Towel-Woman's plans!  I'll...
I'll bloody well send her into space!"
"Ooh!  Cripes!  How will I ever become rich up here?  Won't someone save me?"
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."
"Yep, there she is!"
Meanwhile, Back-Woman set off to the stock exchange to claim Towel-Woman's money.
"Oop!  Bloody steps!"
Max sets off in a rocket to save Towel-Woman.
"Yes!  RAW POWER!!!  Sorry, I mean blast-off."
Max bravely left the space shuttle to look for Towel-Woman. "THE ULTIMATE TRIPPPP."
"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."
"Sorry.  Couldn't resist."
"You're asking for a kicking, you are."
"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!"
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!"
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!"
"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!"
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.
POW!  He was never seen again.

THE END
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