The Zartang Storeship was soon frighteningly in view, a menacing, black, rectangular, retail outlet of doom. This was the second time I had faced my fears in this manner. The second time I had felt its icy breath upon me. My knees would have been knocking, but for my disfigurement. Putting them together was difficult without having to endure a period of unsufferable agony. As we gazed up its mountainous walls Millicent rubbed her hands together. ‘Here I go then,’ she said. ‘May I ask how,’ I probed, ‘has the Church of Latter Day Saints got a Marines division?’ ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she replied and pointed to our immediate left, where there was a ventilation grill. ‘I came earlier in the week and noticed that. It runs all the way to the roof. It must act as some sort of a secondary cooling system for whatever drives this thing.’ How Millicent knew all of this was a complete cunundrum. Perhaps she had in a former life been a naval engineer. Then it is Bhuddists that believe in reincarnation and not Mormons, so I must have been wrong.
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