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pilot and powered up his weapons. He was not going to
experience any bliss again, ever. He was just another being
made expendable by God's greater plan. Had he known his fate
he would have pouted and indulged in self-pity. The Drunk

Monks would have thrown rotten tomatoes at him. "Who does
he think he is!" they would have said. We all play a significant
role in the master plan, even if it is to entertain God with our
meaningless ironic misery. The male pilot did not contemplate
this, for he was focused upon his task and had no vision of the
future. He locked on the target and set the weapons to
eradicate half the solar system. He was about to fire when his
ship was vaporized by an angry female pilot in another
basketball sized spaceship. She watched his ship explode, still

shaking with anger long after the last flame had died down.
She had never been so adamant about any action in her entire
life. That ship had to be destroyed before it could harm her
love. "Now what?" She thought to herself. Eventually, she
decided to follow her feelings. She had no idea how to do that.
She thought for several minutes, targeted the XTC once more
and drove straight at it.

As Steve had suspected, Linda practically dragged Trash into
one of the rooms, hanging the ‘DO NOT DISTURB’ sign and
slamming the door after a quick smile and wave to him.
Apparently she had no qualms about letting her intentions be
known to him. The last he saw of Linda was a wry smile as she
made an excited clucking sound. He chuckled to himself and
then cursed his luck. He thought of Tommy with Kara. He

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