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 The pig sits at
his cabin, absorbed in some boring routine. Probably looking at fuel
efficiency graphics or calculating an insertion orbit, while he sips his
drink...
He didn't punch anyone today, or blew up an enemy space ship, or assassinate
a third world dictator, or discovered the remains of an extinct
civilization, or won a hot dog eating contest, or had sex with conjoined
twins from planet M'grould'gnuli... He just sits there relaxing.
It's the pig's day off.
But tomorrow there will be explosions! |
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