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Snide, issue 2, February 1941
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have to use the rockets and change course a little. Our nerves cracked in unison. While the echoes died away, we glared and - well - and cursed at Parsen. One of us - it doesn't matter who - shouted that Parsen was insane. We were all mad for ever trying this impossible flight! Parsen tried to make a reply, but the speaker lunged at him, using foul language, flyswatter upraised. 'Tear him apart!' we yelled. The blow never fell. Captain Batwell's yo-yo cracked sharply against the man's shin. He slumped to the floor. Captain Batwell had again saved the day! He faced us quietly, firmly, camera in hand. Had one of us moved, he would have shot. But we turned away, muttering in our beards. Bank Holiday. That brings the story up to date. Today, Snarletti announced the bad news, calling us aside to shout it in our ears. Parsen has suffered a relapse of his case of Martian measles. He is sinking fast, and we have no life-preservers. I think it was Ginerton who first mentioned a blood transfusion. We bared our arms, blushing, and he took samples. Then he made the test on Parsen. 'Type 27-A-BC2½,' he announced. At once, in unison, Barnay, Parkers, Snarletti, and one of the cats said, 'I had my blood tested once before. I think it was type 27-A-BC2½. So I'll - ' 21
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have to use the rockets and change course a little. Our nerves cracked in unison. While the echoes died away, we glared and - well - and cursed at Parsen. One of us - it doesn't matter who - shouted that Parsen was insane. We were all mad for ever trying this impossible flight! Parsen tried to make a reply, but the speaker lunged at him, using foul language, flyswatter upraised. 'Tear him apart!' we yelled. The blow never fell. Captain Batwell's yo-yo cracked sharply against the man's shin. He slumped to the floor. Captain Batwell had again saved the day! He faced us quietly, firmly, camera in hand. Had one of us moved, he would have shot. But we turned away, muttering in our beards. Bank Holiday. That brings the story up to date. Today, Snarletti announced the bad news, calling us aside to shout it in our ears. Parsen has suffered a relapse of his case of Martian measles. He is sinking fast, and we have no life-preservers. I think it was Ginerton who first mentioned a blood transfusion. We bared our arms, blushing, and he took samples. Then he made the test on Parsen. 'Type 27-A-BC2½,' he announced. At once, in unison, Barnay, Parkers, Snarletti, and one of the cats said, 'I had my blood tested once before. I think it was type 27-A-BC2½. So I'll - ' 21
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