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Douglas Adams' Starship Titanic
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As they assembled in the tiny landing spacecraft, Bolfass spoke briefly and unemotionally.'We have exactly one day in which to find Leovinus and, hopefully, the Titanic's missing central intelligence core, and get it back to the ship and into Titania's brain. But we have less than that. I did not mention this before, but I have to now ... We only have half a day, since, if you have not returned by midday, we will have no option but to fly the Starship off to a safe distance and man the life-boats before she explodes. May we all be saved from such a fate. Go! And good luck!'Nettie took Dan's hand as he helped her into the landing craft. The Journalist jumped in beside Lucy. 'Oh, Dan?' he said. 'There's something I've been meaning to ask you.''Well - go ahead.''Will you be our best man?'Dan thought about hitting The Journalist but instead he smiled. 'Yes,' he replied. 'I'll be glad to.''Great!' smiled The Journalist. 'We can have a real Blerontinian White Wedding. You'll love it.'Dan raised his eyes heavenwards and Nettie smiled, as the cover of the landing craft was placed over them.Captain Bolfass retreated to the viewing chamber; the side of the great Starship opened, and the tiny landing craft blasted itself away towards the blue planet.CHAPTER TWENTY SEVENLeovinus was not in a good mood. Despite all the things he was good at - astrophysics, architecture, molecular biology, geophysics, painting, sculpture, mechanical design, physics, anatomy, music, poetry, crystallography, thermodynamics, electromagnetism, philosophy and canapeґ arrangement - he'd always been hopeless at languages. Consequently, when he found himself on an alien world, without a translation blister, he was understandably frustrated. Here he was - the Greatest Genius The Galaxy Had Ever Known and he couldn't even ask these aliens, in their strange blue suits, for a cup of tea.'I definitely think he is, Sarge,' said Constable Hackett.'What, gay?' asked Sergeant Stroud, who'd noticed the old man's eyebrows were stuck on with toupee tape.
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Douglas Adams' Starship Titanic
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As they assembled in the tiny landing spacecraft, Bolfass spoke briefly and unemotionally.'We have exactly one day in which to find Leovinus and, hopefully, the Titanic's missing central intelligence core, and get it back to the ship and into Titania's brain. But we have less than that. I did not mention this before, but I have to now ... We only have half a day, since, if you have not returned by midday, we will have no option but to fly the Starship off to a safe distance and man the life-boats before she explodes. May we all be saved from such a fate. Go! And good luck!'Nettie took Dan's hand as he helped her into the landing craft. The Journalist jumped in beside Lucy. 'Oh, Dan?' he said. 'There's something I've been meaning to ask you.''Well - go ahead.''Will you be our best man?'Dan thought about hitting The Journalist but instead he smiled. 'Yes,' he replied. 'I'll be glad to.''Great!' smiled The Journalist. 'We can have a real Blerontinian White Wedding. You'll love it.'Dan raised his eyes heavenwards and Nettie smiled, as the cover of the landing craft was placed over them.Captain Bolfass retreated to the viewing chamber; the side of the great Starship opened, and the tiny landing craft blasted itself away towards the blue planet.CHAPTER TWENTY SEVENLeovinus was not in a good mood. Despite all the things he was good at - astrophysics, architecture, molecular biology, geophysics, painting, sculpture, mechanical design, physics, anatomy, music, poetry, crystallography, thermodynamics, electromagnetism, philosophy and canapeґ arrangement - he'd always been hopeless at languages. Consequently, when he found himself on an alien world, without a translation blister, he was understandably frustrated. Here he was - the Greatest Genius The Galaxy Had Ever Known and he couldn't even ask these aliens, in their strange blue suits, for a cup of tea.'I definitely think he is, Sarge,' said Constable Hackett.'What, gay?' asked Sergeant Stroud, who'd noticed the old man's eyebrows were stuck on with toupee tape.
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