As he approached Earth, he called traffic control and asked for a parking orbit, as he did not wish to put the Chili down; it would waste fuel and attract attention. The custodian read, February 22nd, 1912. Everyone seemed in such a hurry! Once he was nearly knocked down by a teen-aged boy who said, Watch it, Gramps! and rushed off, before he could answer. Seems he hadn't touched second base, or something.
Taking a special? No, we've got time to get the midnight out of New York. -- It's _beyoootiful_, Daddy. Natives! You know colonial law? I could send you to the mines for this. 'There's nothing wrong with it, Captain - inside.
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