text | ❝ i left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time ❞

[quickfingers]

So, space. The Final Frontier. Astonishing.

Also unexpected. I take it none of us signed up for this though so I won't bitch. Much.

Anyway, I have a series of questions not ranked by importance:

1. Where are the aliens? The gross tentacley ones from tv.
2. Are WE the aliens here? Gasp. The turn around.
3. Capri Sun? Tang? Tab? Any of these available?

This isn't a Soylent Green kinda place right? Lie to me if you have to. Thx.

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A FRIGHTEN, A STARTLE?

[quickfingers]

[Woooooo, okay? Unexpected response prompts Peter to seek advice on how to handle this before proceeding.]

If I say sight-seeing, would you buy that for an answer?

A SPOOK

[welcomeprofessor]

Was this a field trip I don't remember planning?

[ I.E.: No, not really. ]

NOT A SPOOK!

[quickfingers]

. . . Maybe?

[welcomeprofessor]

And you think the foster system and/or trust fund parents are going to let me drag their kids out to Egypt on what, a whim?

[quickfingers]

I seem to fondly recall you taking me to the Pentagon when I was seventeen and not caring about parental permission then, Prof.

[welcomeprofessor]

A lapse of reason I do not typically find it prudent to repeat.

[quickfingers]

Right? Okay, cool. Good talk, Professor!