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The Odd Pair - Chapter 3


- It’s a thrill to be sure. And the pleasure is all mine, I assure you. We have been expecting…I mean, we had been hoping for a signal of some sort, so our lab team was overjoyed when it suddenly broke through. No, they are still working on that sir, but we felt you should be the first to know. I mean, the first civilian. I mean, eh, never mind, shall we? Ah, here is Dr Whirst, she has promised to guide us through the…excentrities this time around. This way, if you please, Mrs Secretary.

- Hi. I’m doctor Whirst, but you can call me Callie. That’s what everyone around here does anyway. So, you came to see the big kaloohey, eh? Yeah, well, I didn’t bring out the bells and whistles for this one, let me tell you. See, there was this one time, in the K´thar desert where it seemed we really… oh sorry, yes of course…I quite understand…take your time. I forget what it must be like for grumpies to pass that gate, myself, I am so used to…sorry again. Yes of course. Yes… Can do… Right, however nice it would have been to show your highness the facilities, or the Dump as we crew affentionately call her, duties are calling. Yes, well, science never sleeps. Nor do the anomalies, it seems. Anyhows, just sit tight for a bit, ok? Someone will pick you up shortly.

Some time later

- Huh, oh sorry, you gave me quite a fright, yes sir you did. I mean, you are here, right? It’s not just in my mind, right? Well, I guess you would say that either way, sir. It’s this place. I tell you, ghost or no, it still gives me the willies. Oh, why I stay on sir? Well now, who else would you rather have clean up after those guys, right? I am a god-fearing upright standing law abiding bible-loving loyal subject, yessir. Don’t you listen to those slanderers on level 3, what do they know? They wouldn’t last half a parsec here, right? Jelly-billies mecalls them. Contraband heaven my word. Where do they get all these loony, yes I do not hesitate to call a spade a spade, nosir, loony notions from? It must be the vapors sir. They all inhale, don’t let them tell you differently, right? Well, if that was all I must be on my way, there is a ship- I mean those closets don’t clean themselves now, you know. Ha, that would be a sight to behold, something for ole Sam here to rest his weary eyes on before…nono, I am quite alright sir, just a manner of speaking. Yes well then, I bid you goodnight. Say hello to the other ghosts from me, will you? I would myself, but I am frightfully busy you see.

(To be continued)

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