Alien Jones is faced with a vexing proposition – should he throw away a perfectly good sandwich to come to Voss’ aid?
“Jonesy, I’m coming in hot!!!”
“What?” my trusty pilot asked.
“GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW!!!”
“Gadzooks, what did you do?”
I stormed into the harem. Hanging from the ceiling by a steel rod was an ancient tapestry of the noted shai philosopher, Sufros. I ripped it down, tore the rod off and shoved it between the door handles.
Just in time. The second goon wave banged on the door, shaking it furiously. The prostitutes, er, I mean ladies, were aghast.
“Which way out?” I asked.
No answer. They were all either too loyal to or too scared of their employers to say anything…except for one. She was a lovely, turquoise skinned zeltu who either robbed a basketball store or was incredibly endowed. A ruby was embedded in her forehead which unfortunately for her, was a symbol in her culture that…
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Bookshelf Battle 