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World Series

The alien warriors came out of their seats seething and snarling, on
the verge of going berserk.
“Let me at him! I’ll spray his guts from here to the bullpen!”
Korok rocked wildly on his pins, snapping like a tortoise.
“No!” howled the Writher. “Let me have him! I’m going to twist
off his limbs and use them for fungo bats!”
And then the antagonists abruptly halted. Discipline reasserted
itself. They must not degenerate into open warfare; that was the
cardinal rule by which they played. They sat down, sadly surveying
the stadium. Baseball wouldn’t work; it seemed so calm and orderly,
but led to such violence!
Commissioner Bosconi awoke the next morning feeling
tremendously refreshed. He leapt out of bed, eager and impatient to
face the day’s problems.

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