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SPACE BABEINAUTOMATIC KICKS |
| "Your ship is being eaten !" | "Aye, lass !" |
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| ". . . and fallin' toward a star !" | |
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| Rusti watches with scientific detachment as the two objects move in weightless space: the creature releasing gas like a popped balloon and the sailor demonstrating Newton's third law by ricocheting around from the recoil of his .45 | |
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