Evening all!... Ahye... thank you! And small man wearing horn rimmed glasses stepped from the still steaming cylinder. Wotcha... whos this blighter then? asked Sister Agnes in her recently adopted Oxford manner of speaking. Arthur Askey I answered. I had become rather used to the bizarre and unexpected by now and frankly the stranger things got the more calm I was about it. Dont wish to pry old man but, having researched Earth history I gather you were a very funny man in the 1940s, so it rather begs the question what are you doing in an alien interplanetary craft? asked Sister Agnes Were you kidnapped by the Snarg too? Good heavens no! replied Arthur wouldnt touch a Snarg with a barge pole! Tripe n onions!.... Tripe n onions!.... I dont minds a leek with me bubble and squeak but Id rather have me Tripe n onions!... sang Arthur with an accompanying little dance... ... Aye... thank you! I looked at Mr Robot hoping for some help here. If a one foot high metal robot could look to be at the point of despair, this was it. He shrugged his shoulders with a clink. No.... you see me hearties, continued Arthur, climbing from the hole in the floor... None of you people actually knew I am a Martian.... from the planet Mars you know... kher kher... (he coughed) .... We have been watching your planet with envious eyes for millions of years you know and, even though the chances of us coming to your planet were a million to one they say, but still we came.... before your 2nd World War, whilst you were busy with other things you know, like inventing Art Deco and Egypt etc. I went back for a while, to see the folks you know, but then when we saw what the Snargs were doing to the Galaxy we thought.... Aye Aye... theres something not right here, kher kher... and then there is the fake moon too! So I came back to help!.... We landed a bit low though. Its lark... when you choose to park... yer craft in Fleet River when its after dark!... , he sang.... we decided to avoid laughing. Long journey from Mars yer know; makes a man... or a Martian... kher kher peckish, dont suppose you have any jelly babies? he eyed Torpid eagerly... DONT... dont even think about it! said Torpid.
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