Just about what I had expected; I chomped down on the Blastoff
The automated kitchen produced another stale sandwich, the machine
happy baby! And grown men believe that nonsense!
We slipped on our packs and started walking. By the time an hour had
when radiation hit it. My step had been light, my smile broad.
This required watching recordings of all of the most popular groups,
sagged too much. Our audience was reluctantly and suspiciously
threatens the security of the Mint and the Interstellar Credits
amplified breath gusted across the audience. Well, hello there music
before. Not one with six legs.