"FWLS19" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

jewelry and silverware.

"Aww, jeez... get the map out, this doesn't look like
England," one of them scowled, as the group disentangled itself.

"Frankie, this is considerably weirder than anything I've
experienced before," Zephyr whispered. "We are going to be RICH.
Hey, what's that green ship way up there?"

Sure enough, a lumpy green ship was careening out of control
above the jungle.

"That would be the Starbug," the Doctor frowned. "I should
have predicted all of this, really, I am a time lord after all...
next thing you now three singing black and white toons with the
last name Warner will be coming out trying to sell cookies or
something..."

"Isn't the Avatar supposed to show next?" the second doc
said, consulting a logbook. "I've been tracking our travels, and
since he was last seen on Mars--"

"That's enough for me," I said. "Come on Zeph, this thing's
too potent. Let's get inside and sleep it off, alright?"

"Maybe Q's gonna stop by next..." the Doctor thought,
checking the other doc's logbook. "Or those three in the green
port-a-potties chasing the tentacle..."

*

It was a bit hard to sleep, with the various weirdos outside
yakking up a storm about this Amazing Object thing. Sure enough,
three cartoon characters showed up and engaged in really grating
songs, which didn't help my sleep any more.

By the time I woke up that evening, I guess the drug had
worn off, since all the strange people were gone.

"I guess I'd better mix in some neutral material to the
leaf," Zephyr said, yawning from the nap. "I don't see how that
animator took the stuff directly, it's just too strange."

"Hey, Zeph, why are the tire marks from that silver land
rover still outside the hut?" I said, glancing out the window.
"And the two squares where the booths were... and one of the
dwarves seems to have dropped a cup..."

"Aftereffects," Zephyr said. "Drugs'll do that do you."