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The Tralfamadorian closes its fingerlike appendages over its eye for a moment.
"Oh very well. I guess one of your people would say that I'm traveling to Quantos 7 where I... (sigh) WILL win the inter-planetary lottery. The time after that is much more comfortable then the time on the other side of it. That is until the invasion." It seems quite sure of itself. Its eye looks right into yours. "I just don't understand why you're going to do all those things with the bagels. Never understood it. Will never understand it." You give it a puzzled look. "Oh, nevermind. I'm asking you in a different cycle. Do you want to use the service or not?"
"What are those blue things over at the bar?" |