Truth. Justice. Minesweeper.

Monday, December 20, 2004

Ingrid and I were looking out a porthole at, well, nothing. "Being a slave sucks," I said, "but at least I get to see another planet."

"Yeah. It's not that great," she said.

"What isn't--seeing another planet?"

"Oh, that's right. I keep forgetting. You've never been in space before."

Unbelievable. "And you have?"

"Sure. It's lovely this time of year, isn't it?"

"You're so full of crap," I told her.

"It was a couple of years ago. This alien warlord, Kraden Ratstar, fell in love with me and kidnapped me to his planet. I didn't see much of it; I was locked in this tower most of the time. From what I could tell the place looked like Africa with a green sky and Art Deco architecture. Victor, Bob and Daylighter had to come get me."


"I've still got the silver bikini and the headdress at home. I'll show you when we get back."

I need some new friends. I can't keep up with these ones.

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