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"Where is it now?" Barked the Butler in a matter of fact tone.
"I believe that at this moment it is either in the middle of the
sun or on a near light-speed journey in that direction."

"Are you being smart with me?"

"I have no doubt the butler would do it, so I would not play
games with you. Suffice it to say the owner of the
indeterminate object came calling and has taken it away to a
place where no stupid being produced by this sorry planet can
use it to glorify their stupid ass."

The butler did not seem pleased by this. He looked at Trash for

a few moments, then turned and spoke in machine-gun
Russian staccato to Nanosh. She calmly and warmly responded
in English.

"I can only say that I have witnessed events with these people
which defy my senses. If they claim that there is some sort of
alien influence I would seriously consider this as a possibility."

"What do you mean by alien?" Asks the butler, taken aback.

"She means extra-terrestrial alien. From space." Trash
interjected. The butler paces for a moment and scratches his
chin. A man dressed as a cook comes quickly into the room
and announces that the Americans have arrived at the gate.

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