was waiting for John beside the ailing transport pod. "Grab the
end, Crichton. We have to get this casing off."
John stared at him, dumbstruck. "What? No 'hello, John'? No 'hey,
you, where you been?'"
how are you, where you been," D'Argo parroted drily. "Grab the
with you? I've been gone four days and everyone acts like I
the plague back with me. Aeryn shines me on, Zhaan's too busy to
me, even Chiana--"
have things to do. And so do we. Now, are you going to talk or
you going to help?" D'Argo brushed aside a DRD perched atop the
and growled, "There's a malfunction in the, uh, froonium drive.
that end and pull."
Crichton picked up the fallen DRD and righted it. He patted it gently
it on its way. "D'Argo, old buddy, I may not be an expert on
technology, but even I know that froonium is a nonsense
What's going on?"
D'Argo glared at his shipmate. "You spotted the malfunction four
then disappeared. We need this pod back in service before the next
we have to use it. You said there was a problem; use that superior
intelligence you continually boast of and fix it!" He gave an angry
the casing which pulled loose and fell, nearly pinning him beneath
grab the other end."
Crichton rushed to push the casing aside. He helped D'Argo up, then
into the exposed cavity. "Looks like a loose coupling. Hand me that
no, the big one. Please." He grabbed the proffered tool and half-
inside the hull. "I didn't expect a brass band, but I thought someone
be glad I was back."
are. Now you can do your share of the work. What is a brass
he asked suspiciously.
mind." Crichton adjusted his position inside the hull. "There isn't
room in here to work," he complained.
D'Argo peered in over his shoulder. "I think that turns the other
He gave a vigorous yank on the wrench. The coupling broke,
his fingers. He yowled in pain, then yelled louder as he hit his
against the hull.
it does turn the other way," D'Argo observed.
* * * *
me the other probe, D'Argo, the one with the light on it." Crichton's
was muffled as it came from the nether regions of the pod. "D'Argo?
There was a grunt, and John eased himself out of the pod and looked
the bay. "D'Argo!" He was alone in the immense space. His
had vanished. Again. John had been working diligently on the
for several arns, most of the time alone. The Luxan had appeared
to comment on John's work habits, and then taken off for parts
Well, he was nearly finished. He wasn't sure which he needed
a shower or dinner, but once this last section was repaired, he
to have both. Then he was going to confront Moya's crew and find
exactly what this crap was that was going down. He glared at a passing
"Maintenance is in your job description," he informed it. "Get in
The little yellow device waggled an eyetenna at him, then turned
the DRDs were deserting him. He reached for the probe he wanted.
Pilot's voice erupted from his comm unit. "Commander! Report to
Damn! What was it this time? Peacekeepers or other things that went
in the night? He was tempted to ignore the comm and let the others
this one, but his sense of duty overcame the inclination. He put
his tools, wiped his hands, and stalked off toward Pilot's chamber.
* * * *
He was running by the time he reached the door to the Den. He should
expected this. It had been far too quiet lately. Someone on the
planet must have recognized them and turned them in. At least
were well supplied with food and weapons. They'd escaped before,
with luck, they would survive this, too. But why, he wondered as
shoved open the door, why Pilot's chamber and not Command?
Moya's crew was lined up in front of Pilot's console, smiling broadly.
certainly looked festive. Tables groaned under the weight of exotic
and trays and cutlery gleamed in the firelight. A real fire, contained
grill of some sort, glowed cheerfully. A crate filled with straw
of a mound of cloth-wrapped boxes tied with scarves and lengths
under a small artificial tree glistening with gemstones. Atop the
a winged figurine. The DRDs had suspended what looked like four-
flying fish from the ceiling. And, as he stared about in amazement,
wet fell on his head and dripped down the back of his shirt. He
back into the doorway. It was snow, or something that resembled
from the ceiling and piling up around his feet.
Christmas. Not the one he'd been imagining for the last four days
of the higher tiers, not the Christmas card memory of his childhood
family, toys, and glowing church windows nor the over-commercialized
with its crowded shopping malls, bus stop Santas, and blaring
but a Leviathan Christmas.
Christmas," he stammered. "How--?"
But his questions were cut off as Zhaan and Chiana rushed to embrace
D'Argo slapped him on the back and Rygel hovered overhead, grinning
Aeryn hung back, smiling tentatively. "Do you like it, Crichton?"
stunned. I thought you were all pissed off at me for deserting you.
wanted to surprise you, John Crichton," Pilot said. "Everyone
very hard to get everything right."
he echoed, "but how did you know? Where did you find out
Rygel cleared his throat. "My fault, actually. After you disappeared,
I wasn't coming back and you could claim my possessions?"
Zhaan laughed. "Most likely. But he found your voice recorder. We
worried about you. We know we should not have done it, but we
to the tape you made for your father. Do not blame Rygel, we are
of invading your privacy, John."
okay." He waved the transgression away. "I didn't mean to worry
I just needed some time alone to think."
you've had enough time, Crichton," Aeryn said. "Now, tell us if
dren is right--the snow, the angel, the reindeer." She pointed to
yes, that's what they are," he mumbled. Rudolph as flying fish.
Burl Ives and Bing Crosby were lightyears away. "It's perfect, Aeryn.
is better than I could have imagined it. But whatever you're
is starting to burn."
Smoke was rising from the fire. Chiana rushed over and pulled something
the coals. "They're supposed to be chestnuts," she explained, "but
really some kind of seed pods that Zhaan had. They taste pretty
we couldn't roast them on an open fire," D'Argo said apologetically.
insisted we contain it and keep it away from the snow. That's why
snowing in the doorway."
Chiana placed the tray of pseudo-chestnuts on the table. "And I
your favorite dishes--turkey, pumpkin pie, fruitcake, socks with
Aeryn brought the fellip nectar. And Rygel insisted it wouldn't
feast without Hynerian marjohls." She pointed out each item proudly,
frowned, "I couldn't figure out how to do candy canes. Aeryn," she
over at the ex-Peacekeeper with an odd expression, "Aeryn said
were probably chocolate, but we can't get that out here in the
John slid his arm around her waist and hugged her. "They're peppermint,
you probably can't get that, either. But I'll tell you a secret,
Pip. No one
candy canes. I think they're just for decoration."
She stared up at him curiously. "Why do you have food you don't
don't know, Chiana. I'm not sure I can explain most of this stuff
gestured at the room. "They're traditions, things people have done
of years. They don't have to make sense. You just do it because
always been done that way. But I promise I'll eat everything." He
the dishes arrayed on the table. "Except the marjohls."
have no taste," Rygel observed. "But that will mean there is more
Chiana happily returned the hug, and they all found their places
John picked up his fork, then put it down again. He cleared his
we eat, I'd like Zhaan to say a prayer to the goddess, thanking
all the blessings of the past cycle--good friends, good food, our
John," Zhaan smiled, "I would be honored. But I am a bit surprised."
a tradition. Today, well, Christmas is our God's birthday. And
help from some higher power, I don't think we'd all still be here.
some people on Earth believe, he was born over 2000 years ago in
a religious symbol!" D'Argo shouted. "The manger," he explained,
softly. "The feed box, horse trough, whatever. Aeryn thought you
your horse to Christmas dinner."
John laughed, "although my explanation of the relationship between
and horse might have given her that impression." He glanced over
of straw. "The city was crowded and there was no room at the inn,
was born in a stable. There should be a baby in the manger and his
next to it. And shepherds and angels."
shepherds watched their flocks by night,'" Zhaan quoted. "That
to the birth of your God, doesn't it?"
this him?" Chiana asked, indicating the red clothed figure in the
that's Santa Claus," John answered. "He's a different Christmas
I'll tell you about him after dinner. Just don't tell me who that
really is. I don't want to know he's some Peacekeeper hero who
out a planet of orphans."
Aeryn looked confused. "He could be Sebacean, but I don't recognize
made the angel," Rygel boasted.
Crichton hadn't seen anything that looked even vaguely angelic among
decorations, but he decided to let it pass. "Good for you, Sparky."
Rygel looked pleased. "Now, Zhaan, you may say your blessing. But
it short, I'm starved. All this work has given me an appetite."
* * * *
want to hear about Santa Claus? Okay, kids, gather 'round. Papa
going to tell you a story."
Crichton sat on the floor and leaned his back against Pilot's console.
happily snuggled under his right arm, and Rygel, not to be outdone,
under his left. With a growl, D'Argo settled close to Chiana.
primly seated herself opposite the group, completing the circle.
off to one side, attentive, but not a part of the family scene.
'A Visit from St. Nicholas' by Clement Moore," he began and was
interrupted by a puzzled Chiana.
thought you were going to tell us about Santa Claus."
Nicholas was his real name. The pronunciation got a bit mangled
the cycles," John explained, hoping this simplified version of the
She slipped an arm around his waist so she could rest her head on
the night before Christmas--"
Rygel frowned and lifted an earbrow at Crichton. "What's 't'was'?"
poetic. Short for 'it was'."
why didn't you just say so?" Rygel grumped. "Start again."
Visit from Santa Claus, edited for television."
Zhaan's brow furrowed as she tried to comprehend. "Television?"
Zhaan. I just meant that I see I'm going to have to make a few
He tried again.
was the night before Christmas,
And all through the, um, dwelling."
He improvised, deciding not to take any chances. Moya's crew had
up in everything from a Hynerian royal palace to a Peacekeeper
Houses might not translate.
a creature was stirring--"
Now, he had a problem. Not one of them would know what a mouse was,
the only word they all understood that rhymed with "dwelling" clearly
belong in a children's poem. Oh, well, after passing through six
microbes, it wouldn't rhyme anyway, and he could vary the
as he went along to avoid further interruptions.
a creature was stirring,
Not even a DRD.
The socks were all hung--"
He was about to substitute "heat source," but realized the chimney
a vital role later. He sighed. "You see the fire over there with
in it? Well, people on Earth used to build fires where they lived
could cook and keep warm. And since they didn't want to burn the
down and didn't have Moya's atmosphere scrubbers to handle the
they had to build a fireplace with a chimney so the smoke could
up through the roof. We still have fireplaces, but now we have them
they look and smell nice." And they have other uses, as well, he
to add, looking over at Aeryn. Too bad Sebaceans were allergic to
but Aeryn would love snow as much as she enjoyed the rain. There
trade-offs, after all.
socks were all hung
By the chimney with care,
In hopes that Santa Claus
Soon would be there.
The children were sleeping
All snug in their beds,
While visions of chocolate--"
He smiled down at Chiana. Aeryn bristled with annoyance. But Aeryn
actually tasted chocolate on the Ancients' equivalent of Earth,
could only imagine it. Although Chiana had a very vivid imagination.
in their heads."
So far, so good. He was going to have problems with the next part,
he just knew it.
Mom and Dad were in bed, too.
He said emphatically before Chiana remembered the word that rhymed
She had been about to say something, but decided against it. She
at D'Argo and nuzzled back against John's shoulder.
out on the place in front of the building
There arose such a noise,
That Dad sprang from his bed
To see what was causing it.
He ran to the viewscreen
And looked out.
The moon on the--"
Trouble again. He'd never noticed all the sexual images in the poem
Breast wasn't a word he dared use in this company.
moon shining on the snow
Made it as bright as day."
Not very poetic, but descriptive, he noted with satisfaction. Clement
should have been more selective in his word usage.
what should he see,
flying through the air,
But a miniature thronesled
and eight tiny reindeer."
Rygel turned to look up at him. "If the sled could fly by itself,
why did he
eight reindeer to pull it?"
was too heavy to fly by itself. It was full of toys and Santa Claus
just said it was a miniature sled," Aeryn pointed out.
He mentally reviewed the poem. Yep, miniature sleigh and tiny reindeer.
heard this poem for thirty-odd years and never noticed the
Damn, Aeryn, anyway. "Perspective. They looked tiny
they were far away."
Aeryn still looked skeptical, so he added, "Santa Claus flies all
delivering toys. Trust me, it's a big sled.
a little, um, big old driver,
So lively and quick
Dad knew in a moment
It must be--"
Claus!" Chiana shrieked with delight. Despite the interruptions,
been hanging onto every word.
The only bird he'd described to them had been the Christmas turkey,
weren't much for flying. He had a sudden inspiration and smiled
than the Farscape I,
The reindeer they came--"
Aerun scoffed, but he was pleased to see she returned the smile,
can walk faster than that bucket of dren."
than the Prowler, then.
And he whistled and shouted
And called them by name:
On Dasher, on Dancer, on Donder and Blitzen!"
Damn! What were the names of the other reindeer? There was Cupid,
And he knew what rhymed with Blitzen, but he was afraid of what
microbes would do with Vixen. He could use Rudolph, the others
know the difference. And wasn't one of them named Comet?
Comet, on Larry, Moe, and Curley!"
Zhaan frowned, as if knowing instinctively that reindeer shouldn't
for the Three Stooges, but she shrugged and gestured for him to
He decided to skip the next part. He wasn't up to describing hurricanes,
it was past time to get those damned animals on the roof and St.
up to the roof,
The reindeer they flew
With the sled full of toys
And Santa Claus, too."
are they on the roof?" D'Argo asked. "It is a bad place for them.
they can't," Chiana answered peevishly. "They can fly. The sled,
Pilot stirred. "Obviously, they landed on the pad the transport
John laughed. "There aren't any transport pods on Earth, yet, Pilot.
on the roof so Santa could come down the chimney."
D'Argo glared incredulously. "There was a fire. And smoke. That
dangerous and stupid way to get in. He should have made the family
outside to collect their gifts. He could have met them in a central
and given a whole city of people their gifts all at one time."
Rygel stirred restlessly. "I don't know why he gives them gifts
at all. He's
their dominar, he doesn't need to curry favor, he just flies around
gifts for no real reason that I can see."
is the spirit of generosity," Zhaan theorized. "He is displaying
concern for others, setting an example. An attitude a dominar such
yourself would do well to emulate."
Rygel huffed. "I was a good ruler! And every one of my wives
tell you how generous I was."
it, Froggy!" Chiana snapped. "This is about Santa Claus, not you!
D'Argo, Santa Claus can come in any way he wants to. Although, if
knew he was coming, they could have just left the door unlocked."
comes down the chimney!" Crichton shouted over the din.
as they all turned to stare at him, he continued at a lower
"It's a children's story. It's fun, when you're a kid, to think
Claus and elves who make toys and reindeer who fly. By the time
smart enough to figure out that all of this is impossible, you've
that it's really your mother and father who fill the socks and buy
you lie to children," Zhaan stated with obvious disapproval.
really. As you just said, he sets an example of caring and sharing.
Claus comes to everyone, rich or poor. He levels the playing field.
he apologized when Zhaan started to object, "he treats everyone
So when one kid realizes that he has everything and the kid down
block doesn't have much because his father's been out of work, he
that he should share because it's Christmas and it's what
Claus would do. It doesn't always work that way, unfortunately,
Claus teaches a value system, and that's not a bad thing for a kid
So, in a way, yes, Virginia, there really is a Santa Claus, even
just a story."
don't get it," Rygel frowned.
wouldn't," Chiana said. She turned to Crichton. "So he comes
the chimney. Then what?"
like the next part, Pip." He hugged her, gaining another glare from
"He looks something like you, dressed all in fur, except his is
trim, and it doesn't fit nearly as well.
He was dressed all in fur
From his head to his foot
And his clothes were all covered
With ashes and soot."
see!" D'Argo exclaimed in triumph. "He shouldn't have used the
He got all dirty. He should have gotten burned, too."
out, D'Argo," Chiana advised. "He didn't get burned, did he, John?"
A bundle of toys
He had thrown on his back
And he looked like a
Hynerian thief opening his pack."
Rygel stirred, then settled himself more securely under Crichton's
a good story if it has Hynerians and thronesleds in it," he observed
eyes, how they twinkled!
His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like red flowers
And his nose was red, too."
are people on Earth who are red, John?" Zhaan asked, surprised.
don't all look like you?"
John tried to think of a way to explain. "Everyone on Earth doesn't
like me, they come in lots of colors. Well, not as colorful as you,"
looking around at them. "Some are a lot darker then I am, some
and some are a bit red or yellow. Santa had a red face because he'd
come in from the cold air outside.
He had a red face
And a beard as white as the snow
And he smoked a small pipe
Like Rygel does sometimes
Which is bad for his health
And doesn't do much for the air in here, either."
Rygel said. "It's good to know Santa Claus isn't perfect.
needs a few bad habits."
Aeryn interjected, "have more than your share. Now, shut up."
was chubby and plump,
A right jolly old elf.
And Dad laughed when he saw him,
In spite of himself.
You know, Rygel. Santa Claus does sound a lot like you, except that
and not green." John waggled his fingers to tickle the Hynerian.
that!" Rygel protested and slapped at Crichton's hand. Then he
"I rather like the old devil. Maybe Hyneria could use someone like
But not if he gives things away."
spoke not a word,
But went straight to his work."
Aeryn grinned at that. "Well, he's obviously not related to you,
don't know how to keep quiet, and you'll do anything to avoid work."
it, Aeryn, or next cycle Santa won't leave anything in your socks,"
warned her jokingly.
filled all the stockings, I mean, socks,
Then turned with a, um, abrupt movement.
And laying his finger
On the side of his nose,
And giving a nod
Up the chimney he rose."
D'Argo shook his head. "Now I know he burned himself. He would have
down the chimney quickly, but climbing out would have taken much
flew," Chiana told him archly.
everything in this story fly? Sleds, reindeer, and people?"
Crichton admitted. "Santa doesn't fly. But he has a way of getting
the chimney as quickly as he came down. I can't explain it, D'Argo,
sorry I ever started this story, but I'm almost finished."
He took a deep breath. There were only a few more lines and, with
he could get through the rest of it without further questions and
sprang to his sled,
To his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew
Like the down of a, one of Zhaan's spores.
But I heard him exclaim
As he flew out of sight--"
smaller as he went," Chiana informed Aeryn tartly.
Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
He expelled a long sigh of relief and unwound himself from Chiana
that all?" she asked unhappily as he stood up.
was a stupid story," D'Argo decided. "None of it made any sense."
a tradition, D'Argo," he said. "It doesn't have to make sense. What
you think, Aeryn?"
never heard such a load of dren in my life, not even from you."
smiled. "But I liked it."
got any of that fellip nectar left?" John asked, working out muscles
had become stiff from being seated so long. "I'm thirsty. Let's
to drink, then we can open the presents."
* * * *
They gathered around the small fire, next to where the tiny tree
on top of a shimmering mound of brightly wrapped gifts.
these all for me?" John wondered.
you call me greedy," Rygel growled. "No, there's something there
see, John," Zhaan explained, "we started working on your gifts,
thought of something I wanted to give D'Argo, and he made something
and Aeryn found something Pilot needed and before we knew it--"
found the true spirit of Christmas," John finished in awe. "It's
Hynerian, Sebacean, Delvian, and Luxan, out here in the back
forever, without a clue what you were doing, and you found the real
of Christmas. That's what all this is about, giving because you
to, not because you're forced to. There's a saying on Earth, 'It's
give than to receive'."
never understand humans," Rygel protested. "Although I must say,
interesting thinking of things each of you might like. And wondering
you'd get me."
I don't have anything for any of you!" Crichton realized.
Zhaan shook her head. "You have given us gifts, John. Your presence
on Moya is a gift. You gave me back my sanity by sharing unity.
led me back to the Seek."
saved my life," Chiana added. "All our lives. More than once."
gave me your friendship," D'Argo growled. "I didn't want anything
with you when you first came aboard. I thought you were stupid and
You are still no warrior. But you are a good companion."
he hasn't given me anything," Rygel grumped, "except silly
He dares to call a dominar 'Fluffy' and 'Buckwheat', whatever
Aeryn seized the back of his neck and drew him up to eye level.
it weren't for Crichton, your carcass would have been floating in
ago. It could still be arranged. So be polite or leave the party."
John laughed. "Let him go, Aeryn. Sparky will behave, won't you,
It's Christmas, 'Peace on Moya, goodwill to aliens.'"
Rygel settled back into his throne sled and scuttled a safe distance
glare. "Hmmph! A Peacekeeper teaching a Hynerian manners! That
be an occasion," he muttered.
They ignored him, as usual.
Aeryn," Chiana asked wickedly. "What has John given you? Or
this goodwill dren is making me ill," Aeryn scowled. "But if you
he's given me myself. I was a Peacekeeper. I was born to follow
and not ask questions. But he's shown me I can be more than just
pilot. I can think for myself and make my own decisions. Because
him I lost everything I've ever known or cared about. But he showed
all have," she said grudgingly, "that none of it was worth having.
on with the party and leave me alone."
right," Crichton said, his voice husky with emotion. "Let's cut
crap and open the presents. Who's first?"
* * * *
The gifts were a tremendous success. Some were humorous, most were
and a few produced puzzled looks from everyone except the giver
givee. Each one received exactly what he or she wanted and learned
about fellow shipmates in the process. A lot of thought and more
love had gone into every gift exchanged. And, to the delight of
Pilot and Moya had even worked out a display of colored lights
They feasted, toasted with fellip nectar, and exchanged stories
until Crichton finally declared, without his normal sarcasm,
is one of the good days."
Then he taught them all the words to "Jingle Bells."
* * * *
Zhaan had just finished teaching them a Delvian chant and Chiana
a very bawdy Nebari limerick, when Crichton noticed an absence
the group around the fire. He found Aeryn near the door, watching
snow. Snow, he marveled again, on a living ship lightyears away
the North Pole. He sat on the floor beside her. "Aeryn," he said
missing the party."
haven't given you my present yet," she said. "I don't know if I
so hard, but it didn't make any sense. And after you laughed yourself
over the underwear, well, I just don't want to appear foolish."
shouldn't have done that," John admitted. "But it was just too perfect."
perfect? What does that mean?"
He sighed. "Moms always get you what you need for Christmas. Or
they think you need--socks, underwear, warm clothes. When you're
you want toys to play with, not something practical. But, while
be your favorite present, you never doubt that your Mom loves you.
know you tried, Aeryn. You all tried. That's what counts. Hell,
if I had
friend who was Chinese, or African, or Australian, I wouldn't begin
to serve him for dinner. And I certainly wouldn't try to duplicate
ceremony, or a Hynerian festival, or whatever Peacekeepers do for
He glanced at her to see if she was following this. "But that's
you did. Just because it was important to me. So it doesn't matter
pie was made of food cubes or what type of wings Rygel put on the
The point is, you all wanted to do something special for me. And
tell you how much I appreciate everything you and the others have
Even Moya," he said in disbelief, brushing the snow from his
can't you tell us? You never seem to run out of words."
He shook his head. "This is different. I know you think all I do
is talk, but
all play to our strengths, Aeryn. When we face the unknown, I talk,
D'Argo fight, Zhaan prays, Rygel and Chiana--"
know what Chiana does," she interrupted.
flatter yourself; it isn't always about you."
alone and she's scared, Aeryn. Like all of us. I wish you'd make
of an effort to like her."
don't really dislike her. She's just too--" She fumbled for the
looking across the room to where Chiana was squealing in wounded
as D'Argo and Rygel played keep-away with one of her gifts.
She's a kid, something you never were. But it's never too late to
a happy childhood, Aeryn." He slid closer to her. "I could show
will never understand you, Crichton." She thrust a package at him.
This is what you said you wanted."
He knew what he wanted from Aeryn. It involved her and a large red
and very little else. It would be great fun unwrapping it. But this
and bulky and somewhat awkward to handle. And, as the wrapping
away, he stared at it helplessly. "It's a bomb with feet." Confused,
daring to admit his ignorance, he turned to her with a blazing smile.
exactly what I wanted."
She scrambled to her feet and glared down at him. "No, it's not.
be. You don't even know what it is."
He struggled to remember what he'd said on the tape. It had been
week ago, and he'd been ranting--throwing out all the symbols of
childhood memories, fragments of carols and Biblical verses.
on Earth could he have wished for that Aeryn--?
He got to his feet slowly so he could look her in the eyes, to show
totally serious and touched to the core of his being. "Of course
it is. It's mistletoe. Just wait until I show you what we do with
He raised it high over their heads and reached for her with his
* * * *
he started. The magnetic tape D'Argo and Aeryn had thought of a
to loop around a small casing made of material from Moya hissed
the recorder's heads. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Merry
Dad, from somewhere in the universe. I don't know if the Wise
ever traveled this far, but Santa's got a new stop on his route.
says, 'there was snow and mistletoe and presents 'neath the tree.'
snow, Dad, several feet of it, I think. The DRDs will need a month
it all away. And mistletoe. I wish you could meet Aeryn, she's
And presents like this tape so I can continue making these
in a bottle. The tree was two feet high and topped with an angel
resembled a cross between a Pepto Bismal demon and an X-wing
But it was perfect, the best Christmas ever."
John laughed self-consciously. "I didn't catch any of the bowl games;
I'll have to watch the replays tomorrow on ESPN. I still miss all
I don't know if I'll ever make it back to Earth, but, for now anyway,
He reached for the Stop button, then hesitated and grinned evilly.
he said nastily, "if you are listening to this: 'God bless you,
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