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Snide, issue 2, February 1941

Page 9

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thrown out as an anchor. The Liver was now working on a plan of enlarging the door or shrinking Drag so the latter could also fly inside the Mess. It seemed they were going to have to shrink him since he was bigger than the plane anyway. Meanwhile, inside the ship Otto had his eyes glued to the telescope. Otto never did like glueing them on, but that was what Captain Past told him to do, so he did it. Anyway, it wasn't too bad since it left the rest of his body free to roam the ship; not that there was any room to roam in. 'I knew that two-bit model was too small,' hissed Otto. 'Well, that was all you had,' belched the Liver from the other side of the cabin. 'Quit breathing in my face,' hissed the android. ''Tain't my fault,' rasped the Liver. 'If you don't like it turn your face away.' 'I can't,' hissed Otto. 'My ear is caught in the porthole.' 'Can't you get out?' asked the Liver, belching once more. 'Yes,' replied the android. 'But you know the model company didn't supply wings for the Mess.' 'According to my eyes, which are over on the telescope, we are nearing Earth,' remarked Otto. ...A terrible crash rent the air. 'That's what you get for looking through the wrong end of the telescope,' said Captain Past, calmly unwrapping a propeller from around his neck. He then replaced his head to his body 9
 
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