Chapter 2 Chapter One
In the space station of the Cosmos Alliance above the earth - in the Earthport, Second Lieutenant Andrew Dahl is standing by the porthole, staring at the next spaceship he will go to.
He stared at the Dauntless.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" a voice said.
Dahl turned around, and there was a young lady in Yulian Second Lieutenant's uniform standing there, also staring at the spaceship.
"Yes." Dale nodded.
"The main ship of the Cosmic Alliance, the Intrepid," said the young lady, "built in Mars Port in 2453. It has been the flagship of the Cosmic Alliance since 2456. The first captain was Genevieve San. Since 2462, Lu Hughes Abernathy as captain."
"Are you the tour guide for the Intrepid?" Dahl asked with a smile.
"Then are you a tourist?" The young lady responded with a smile.
"No," Dahl stretched out his right hand, "Andrew Dahl. He was assigned to the Intrepid and is waiting for the shuttle boat at 1500 hours."
"Maya Duval," the young lady held his hand, "is also assigned to the Intrepid, and is also waiting for the shuttle boat at 1500 hours."
"What a coincidence," Darl said.
"Two members of Yulian's fleet are on standby at Yulian's space station, and they will go to Yulian's spaceship on a shuttle docked outside. If you like to call it a coincidence, no problem." Duval sneered.
"Haha, yes." Dahl said.
"What are you doing so early?" Duvall asked. "It's only noon, and I thought I'd be the first."
"This is my first assignment, so I'm very excited." Dahl saw the doubt in Duval's eyes and explained, "I entered Space Fleet Academy a few years later than others."
"Why is that happening?" Duvall asked.
"It's a long story," Dahl said.
"We have plenty of time. How about having lunch together and telling me slowly?" Duval suggested.
"Uh," Dahl hesitated, "I'm waiting for someone, a friend who was also assigned to the Intrepid."
"The eating area is right there," Duvall said, pointing to the food stand down the aisle. "Send your friend a message. Even if he doesn't get it, we'll see him when he comes. Come on, I'll buy you a drink .”
"Oh, well, now that you've said that," Dahl said, "if I don't drink this, I'll probably be kicked out of Spacefleet."
After they bought food and drinks, Duvall asked, "What about the long story?" "I didn't promise that," Dahl replied. "No verbally, but I agreed." Duval protested. "Besides, I bought you a drink, and you owe me a favor. Tell me something interesting, Lele, Second Lieutenant Dahl." "Okay, okay," Dahl relented. "I got in late because, before that, I was in seminary for three years." "Well, it doesn't sound like anything special." "On Fuershan star." "Oh, that's interesting!" said Duval. "So you're a priest of the Furshan religion? What sect?" "Left. But I'm no priest." "Is it because you can't abstain from sex?" "A clergyman on the left doesn't need abstinence," Dahl said, "but when you think about me being the only human being in the seminary, it's hard not to be abstinent, you know." "Some people just don't give up because of that," Duvall said. "That's because you haven't seen a Fall Mountain Seminary student up close," Dahl said, "and I'm not interested in alien races." "Maybe you just haven't found the right alien race yet." "I only like humans," Dahl said, "Forget me being bored." "Hmm. It's boring." Duvall teased him deliberately. "Just now you have pryed into my privacy at the fastest speed in history." Dahl said, "If you are so proactive with people you just met, I can't imagine what you will do to acquaintances." "Oh, I don't do that with everybody," Duval said, "but I think I've taken a liking to you, and you're not a priest after all." "Yes, I was a 'foreign confessor' there," Dahl said. "They allowed me to attend all the lectures and some of the ceremonies, but I still couldn't become a full member of the church because some of the things that required me to physically just can't do it." "Like?" Duvall asked. "Self-conceived," Dahl said. "A trivial but crucial detail." Duval nodded. "And you're only worried about abstinence." Dahl took a sip of his drink. "Why go to seminary if you can't be a priest?" Duvall asked. "Furshan's teachings gave me peace," Dahl said. "I was attracted to it at a very young age. My parents died when I was young and left me a small inheritance. I used this to study. language, and then came to Fuershan and found an academy willing to accept me. I had planned to stay there forever.” "But you didn't. I mean, otherwise you wouldn't be here." Dahl smiled. "The teachings of Fuershan star make me calm, but the religious war of Fuershan star is not necessarily the case." "Ah," Duval was taken aback, "So, how did a seminary student get into Spacefleet Academy?" "When Yulian intervened to mediate the separatist war on Fuershan, I happened to be there when I needed an interpreter." Dahl said, "Few humans can speak more than one dialect of Fuershan, and I will speak all four major dialects." "It's amazing." Duval admired. "I have a pretty flexible tongue," Dahl said. "Who's taking the initiative now?" Duvall chimed in. "After Yulian's mission failed, non-native residents were advised to evacuate the planet." Dahl said, "The chief negotiator of Yulian said that the Space Fleet urgently needed linguists and scientists, so he gave me a recommendation for the Spacefleet Academy. That will Seminary Seminary has been razed to the ground, I have nowhere to go, and if there is, I can't pay the travel expenses. So going to Spacefleet Academy seems like a sensible evacuation plan. There I studied alien biology and After linguistics, I came here." "What a good story," Duvall said, raising his glass to Dahl. Dahl touched her glass back. "Thank you, it's your turn." "My experience was much more boring," Duvall said. "Not always." "I didn't have an academy education, but I was called to be a Yulian peacekeeper as a low-level soldier. I worked for a few years and was transferred to the Space Fleet three years ago. Before that, I was always attached to the Nantes." "Promoted?" Duval smiled coldly: "No. It's just a transfer caused by a personal conflict." Dahl wanted to know more, but then his communicator buzzed.He glanced at the information above, smiled and said, "This guy." "What's up?" Duvall asked. "Wait a moment." Dahl turned around and waved to a young man who was standing in the aisle. "We're here, Jimmy," Dahl greeted.The young man smiled and waved, walking towards them. "I guess this is the friend you've been waiting for," Duvall said. "Well, that's right." Dahl said, "This is Jimmy Henson." "Jimmy Hansen?" Duval was a little surprised, "Could it be related to James Hansen, the CEO and chairman of Hansen Industries?" "His son," Dahl said, "full name James Albert Hansen IV." "Really good..." Duvall said. "He could have bought the space station with his pocket money if his father had given his nod," Dahl said, "but he's not that kind of guy." "What do you mean?" Duval was puzzled. "Hey, guys," Hansen finally came to the table, he looked at Duvall, extended his hand and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Jimmy." "Maya," Duvall replied curtly, shaking his hand back. "Are you friends?" Hansen asked her. "Well, that's right," Duvall said. "We've been friends for an hour and a half." "That's great," Hansen said with a smile, "I've had a little longer friendship with him." "I hope so," Duvall said. "I'm going to get some drinks, do you need me to bring you something else? Another round of drinks?" Hansen said. "I've had enough," Dahl said. "Then I'll have another glass," Duvall said, shaking the nearly empty bottle. "The same?" Hansen asked. "Ok!" "Okay. Then I'll be right back." Hansen clapped his hands together, "take a seat for me." "No problem." Dale nodded.Hansen walked away. "He looked like a nice guy," Duvall said. "Yeah." Dahl agreed. "Although the personality is not too distinct." "But there are other advantages." "For example, take the initiative to pay the bill." Duval said jokingly. "Well, having said that, I'd like to talk about other positives," Dahl said. "Do you mind if I ask a personal question?" Duvall said. "You've already looked into my sexual orientation, what else should you mind," Dahl said. "Did you become friends with Jimmy before you knew his father could buy a planet or two?" Duvall asked. Dahl was silent for a while. "Do you know the difference between the rich and us?" "You mean, besides having a lot of money?" Duvall asked. "Ok." "I have no idea." "The difference is - of course, I mean smart rich people - they always have a keen sense of who is close to them. Do they really want to be friends with themselves, or do they just want to be close to money and power, or Become a celebrity servant. Got it?" "Got it," Duvall said. "Well," Dahl continued, "so that's how it works. Jimmy was very young and realized that his father was one of the richest men in the Union, then realized that he would be one day, and then realized that There will be a group of people around me, driven by their own interests to approach me, so I know how to deal with and avoid these people." "I see," Duvall said. "If you're only approaching him because of his father's power, he'll see." "The first few weeks at Spacefleet Academy, it was interesting to watch him behave," Dahl said. "Some of the students—even some of the instructors—tried to get close to him. I think they would. I was amazed at the speed at which my attempts were seen through by this kid from a rich family. He has already mastered the skill of penetrating people's hearts, and he must be trained to do so." "So how did you approach him?" Duvall asked. "I didn't approach him. He came up to me one day and talked to me. Then I think he saw that I didn't care who his father was," Dahl said. "You're very popular," Duvall said. "Well... Actually, I got an A in biology, his most difficult class," Dahl said. "Jimmy is picky about his friends, but that doesn't mean he doesn't think about himself." "He seemed happy to have me as a friend, too," Duvall said. "That's because he thought we were friends, and he trusted my judgment," Dahl said. "Is that so?" Duvall asked. "I mean, are we friends?" "You're a little more hyper than my ideal friend type," Dahl said. "Well, I see you prefer 'calm,'" Duvall said. "I don't think you're at peace," Dahl said. "I doze off every now and then," Duvall said, "not always, of course." "I had to get used to it," Dahl said. "I think you will," Duvall said. "I brought the drink." Hansen came behind Duval. "Whoa, Jimmy," Duvall said, "I'm so crazy about you." "Great." Hansen handed the drink to Duval, and then sat down at the table. "Where did we go?"
Before the shuttle boat arrived, two more people came to the waiting area.More precisely five people: the two crew members escorted by three gendarmes.Duvall elbowed Dahl and Hansen, who were looking dazed.One of the crew raised an eyebrow when he noticed someone watching him. "Yes, I was watched by the police," he said. Duval ignored him and asked the military police directly: "What happened to him?" Pointing to the one with raised eyebrows, the military police said: "This man has several charges against him, including smuggling, selling contraband, and assaulting his boss." Then pointing to another crew member who looked down sullenly, "This poor man is His friends are jointly and severally liable for cooperating with the crime.” "The charge of assaulting the boss is unjust," said the first member of the crew. "The first mate was too excited." "Because he took the drugs you gave him." The second crew member muttered, still avoiding eye contact with anyone. "Who can prove that I gave him? Besides, those are not drugs at all." The first man argued, "They are just fungi growing on some distant planet. And it shouldn't have this effect. Those fungi can relax people. , instead of attacking everyone in the room and forcing them to defend themselves." "You gave him the xenomorph, didn't you?" Dahl asked. The first crew member stared at Dahl. "I've said it long ago, and no one can prove that I gave anything to the mate. Maybe." "Pseudomonas xenomorphs spontaneously produce a chemical that has a calming effect on the human body," Dahl said, "but one percent to one tenth of people have the opposite reaction. The sensory organs of the brain and Most people have nuances that go berserk under the influence of the substance. Looks like your first mate is just that kind of guy." "Who are you, why do you know so much about alien fungi?" the crew member asked. "It's just people who know this, and you shouldn't make a deal with your boss under any circumstances," Dahl said.The crew member sneered. "Then why aren't you in solitary?" Duvall asked. The crew pointed to Dahl and said, "Ask your friend, he's well-informed." Duval looked at Dahl, and Dahl shrugged. "Alien pseudo-mushrooms are not a prohibited item," Dahl said, "but this is a borderline ball, and it is a wise choice not to get involved easily. To use it, you must first learn alien biology, or be interested in learning about some undocumented, academic The use of non-prohibited extraterrestrial mood enhancers is of course for the purpose of research and development." "Ah." Duvall sighed. "If I'm not mistaken," Dahl said, "I think our friend—" "Finn," said the first of the crew, and nodded to his companion, "this is Hearst." Dahl went on: "—our friend Finn must have had a reputation before he was transferred, because he can give you some drugs that the urine test can't detect." Hester snorted. "I'm also speculating that the first mate probably didn't want anyone to know he was taking drugs—" "Fungus," Finn interrupted Dahl. "—something like that. And, anyway, under the influence of the pseudo-mushroom, he attacked the crew, and this Finn was just defending himself, so it's better to keep Finn in confinement and make matters worse. Quietly transfer him away." "I have nothing to say about your interpretation," Finn said. "Then what are these gendarmes here?" Hansen asked. "They're just here to make sure we get aboard the Intrepid cleanly," Hurst said. "They don't want this guy to have a chance to restock." Finn gave him a blank look. Duval looked at Hearst: "I heard a hint of sarcasm." Hester finally looked up and met Duval's eyes. "The beast keeps stuff in my storage box," he said to Duvall. "You don't know anything about it?" Duvall asked rhetorically. "He told me it was just candy and if the other crew knew he had those they would steal it." "Of course it will," Finn said, "and I'll make a point, those things are candied." "And you said the candies were for your mother," Hurst said. "Well, well," Finn said, "I did lie about that." "I tried to tell the truth to the captain and the first mate, but they didn't care," Hurst said. "They thought I was an accomplice. I wasn't even friends with him." "Then why did you agree to help him hide these...candies?" Duvall asked.Hurst muttered something vaguely, and looked away. "He did it because I was nice to him and he didn't have any friends," Finn said. "So you just used him?" Hansen said. "I don't hate him," Finn said, "and I didn't mean to get him into trouble. He wouldn't have gotten into trouble, there's nothing illegal about that stuff. Who knew the mate would go crazy and want Reassemble my bones." "You better get to know your product better," Dahl says. "Next time I buy something, I will consult you first." Finn said sarcastically, and pointed to the porthole, from where you can see the shuttle boat is parked at the berth, "But it will take a while .Our hitch has arrived."
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After they bought food and drinks, Duvall asked, "What about the long story?" "I didn't promise that," Dahl replied. "No verbally, but I agreed." Duval protested. "Besides, I bought you a drink, and you owe me a favor. Tell me something interesting, Lele, Second Lieutenant Dahl." "Okay, okay," Dahl relented. "I got in late because, before that, I was in seminary for three years." "Well, it doesn't sound like anything special." "On Fuershan star." "Oh, that's interesting!" said Duval. "So you're a priest of the Furshan religion? What sect?" "Left. But I'm no priest." "Is it because you can't abstain from sex?" "A clergyman on the left doesn't need abstinence," Dahl said, "but when you think about me being the only human being in the seminary, it's hard not to be abstinent, you know." "Some people just don't give up because of that," Duvall said. "That's because you haven't seen a Fall Mountain Seminary student up close," Dahl said, "and I'm not interested in alien races." "Maybe you just haven't found the right alien race yet." "I only like humans," Dahl said, "Forget me being bored." "Hmm. It's boring." Duvall teased him deliberately. "Just now you have pryed into my privacy at the fastest speed in history." Dahl said, "If you are so proactive with people you just met, I can't imagine what you will do to acquaintances." "Oh, I don't do that with everybody," Duval said, "but I think I've taken a liking to you, and you're not a priest after all." "Yes, I was a 'foreign confessor' there," Dahl said. "They allowed me to attend all the lectures and some of the ceremonies, but I still couldn't become a full member of the church because some of the things that required me to physically just can't do it." "Like?" Duvall asked. "Self-conceived," Dahl said. "A trivial but crucial detail." Duval nodded. "And you're only worried about abstinence." Dahl took a sip of his drink. "Why go to seminary if you can't be a priest?" Duvall asked. "Furshan's teachings gave me peace," Dahl said. "I was attracted to it at a very young age. My parents died when I was young and left me a small inheritance. I used this to study. language, and then came to Fuershan and found an academy willing to accept me. I had planned to stay there forever.” "But you didn't. I mean, otherwise you wouldn't be here." Dahl smiled. "The teachings of Fuershan star make me calm, but the religious war of Fuershan star is not necessarily the case." "Ah," Duval was taken aback, "So, how did a seminary student get into Spacefleet Academy?" "When Yulian intervened to mediate the separatist war on Fuershan, I happened to be there when I needed an interpreter." Dahl said, "Few humans can speak more than one dialect of Fuershan, and I will speak all four major dialects." "It's amazing." Duval admired. "I have a pretty flexible tongue," Dahl said. "Who's taking the initiative now?" Duvall chimed in. "After Yulian's mission failed, non-native residents were advised to evacuate the planet." Dahl said, "The chief negotiator of Yulian said that the Space Fleet urgently needed linguists and scientists, so he gave me a recommendation for the Spacefleet Academy. That will Seminary Seminary has been razed to the ground, I have nowhere to go, and if there is, I can't pay the travel expenses. So going to Spacefleet Academy seems like a sensible evacuation plan. There I studied alien biology and After linguistics, I came here." "What a good story," Duvall said, raising his glass to Dahl. Dahl touched her glass back. "Thank you, it's your turn." "My experience was much more boring," Duvall said. "Not always." "I didn't have an academy education, but I was called to be a Yulian peacekeeper as a low-level soldier. I worked for a few years and was transferred to the Space Fleet three years ago. Before that, I was always attached to the Nantes." "Promoted?" Duval smiled coldly: "No. It's just a transfer caused by a personal conflict." Dahl wanted to know more, but then his communicator buzzed.He glanced at the information above, smiled and said, "This guy." "What's up?" Duvall asked. "Wait a moment." Dahl turned around and waved to a young man who was standing in the aisle. "We're here, Jimmy," Dahl greeted.The young man smiled and waved, walking towards them. "I guess this is the friend you've been waiting for," Duvall said. "Well, that's right." Dahl said, "This is Jimmy Henson." "Jimmy Hansen?" Duval was a little surprised, "Could it be related to James Hansen, the CEO and chairman of Hansen Industries?" "His son," Dahl said, "full name James Albert Hansen IV." "Really good..." Duvall said. "He could have bought the space station with his pocket money if his father had given his nod," Dahl said, "but he's not that kind of guy." "What do you mean?" Duval was puzzled. "Hey, guys," Hansen finally came to the table, he looked at Duvall, extended his hand and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Jimmy." "Maya," Duvall replied curtly, shaking his hand back. "Are you friends?" Hansen asked her. "Well, that's right," Duvall said. "We've been friends for an hour and a half." "That's great," Hansen said with a smile, "I've had a little longer friendship with him." "I hope so," Duvall said. "I'm going to get some drinks, do you need me to bring you something else? Another round of drinks?" Hansen said. "I've had enough," Dahl said. "Then I'll have another glass," Duvall said, shaking the nearly empty bottle. "The same?" Hansen asked. "Ok!" "Okay. Then I'll be right back." Hansen clapped his hands together, "take a seat for me." "No problem." Dale nodded.Hansen walked away. "He looked like a nice guy," Duvall said. "Yeah." Dahl agreed. "Although the personality is not too distinct." "But there are other advantages." "For example, take the initiative to pay the bill." Duval said jokingly. "Well, having said that, I'd like to talk about other positives," Dahl said. "Do you mind if I ask a personal question?" Duvall said. "You've already looked into my sexual orientation, what else should you mind," Dahl said. "Did you become friends with Jimmy before you knew his father could buy a planet or two?" Duvall asked. Dahl was silent for a while. "Do you know the difference between the rich and us?" "You mean, besides having a lot of money?" Duvall asked. "Ok." "I have no idea." "The difference is - of course, I mean smart rich people - they always have a keen sense of who is close to them. Do they really want to be friends with themselves, or do they just want to be close to money and power, or Become a celebrity servant. Got it?" "Got it," Duvall said. "Well," Dahl continued, "so that's how it works. Jimmy was very young and realized that his father was one of the richest men in the Union, then realized that he would be one day, and then realized that There will be a group of people around me, driven by their own interests to approach me, so I know how to deal with and avoid these people." "I see," Duvall said. "If you're only approaching him because of his father's power, he'll see." "The first few weeks at Spacefleet Academy, it was interesting to watch him behave," Dahl said. "Some of the students—even some of the instructors—tried to get close to him. I think they would. I was amazed at the speed at which my attempts were seen through by this kid from a rich family. He has already mastered the skill of penetrating people's hearts, and he must be trained to do so." "So how did you approach him?" Duvall asked. "I didn't approach him. He came up to me one day and talked to me. Then I think he saw that I didn't care who his father was," Dahl said. "You're very popular," Duvall said. "Well... Actually, I got an A in biology, his most difficult class," Dahl said. "Jimmy is picky about his friends, but that doesn't mean he doesn't think about himself." "He seemed happy to have me as a friend, too," Duvall said. "That's because he thought we were friends, and he trusted my judgment," Dahl said. "Is that so?" Duvall asked. "I mean, are we friends?" "You're a little more hyper than my ideal friend type," Dahl said. "Well, I see you prefer 'calm,'" Duvall said. "I don't think you're at peace," Dahl said. "I doze off every now and then," Duvall said, "not always, of course." "I had to get used to it," Dahl said. "I think you will," Duvall said. "I brought the drink." Hansen came behind Duval. "Whoa, Jimmy," Duvall said, "I'm so crazy about you." "Great." Hansen handed the drink to Duval, and then sat down at the table. "Where did we go?"
Before the shuttle boat arrived, two more people came to the waiting area.More precisely five people: the two crew members escorted by three gendarmes.Duvall elbowed Dahl and Hansen, who were looking dazed.One of the crew raised an eyebrow when he noticed someone watching him. "Yes, I was watched by the police," he said. Duval ignored him and asked the military police directly: "What happened to him?" Pointing to the one with raised eyebrows, the military police said: "This man has several charges against him, including smuggling, selling contraband, and assaulting his boss." Then pointing to another crew member who looked down sullenly, "This poor man is His friends are jointly and severally liable for cooperating with the crime.” "The charge of assaulting the boss is unjust," said the first member of the crew. "The first mate was too excited." "Because he took the drugs you gave him." The second crew member muttered, still avoiding eye contact with anyone. "Who can prove that I gave him? Besides, those are not drugs at all." The first man argued, "They are just fungi growing on some distant planet. And it shouldn't have this effect. Those fungi can relax people. , instead of attacking everyone in the room and forcing them to defend themselves." "You gave him the xenomorph, didn't you?" Dahl asked. The first crew member stared at Dahl. "I've said it long ago, and no one can prove that I gave anything to the mate. Maybe." "Pseudomonas xenomorphs spontaneously produce a chemical that has a calming effect on the human body," Dahl said, "but one percent to one tenth of people have the opposite reaction. The sensory organs of the brain and Most people have nuances that go berserk under the influence of the substance. Looks like your first mate is just that kind of guy." "Who are you, why do you know so much about alien fungi?" the crew member asked. "It's just people who know this, and you shouldn't make a deal with your boss under any circumstances," Dahl said.The crew member sneered. "Then why aren't you in solitary?" Duvall asked. The crew pointed to Dahl and said, "Ask your friend, he's well-informed." Duval looked at Dahl, and Dahl shrugged. "Alien pseudo-mushrooms are not a prohibited item," Dahl said, "but this is a borderline ball, and it is a wise choice not to get involved easily. To use it, you must first learn alien biology, or be interested in learning about some undocumented, academic The use of non-prohibited extraterrestrial mood enhancers is of course for the purpose of research and development." "Ah." Duvall sighed. "If I'm not mistaken," Dahl said, "I think our friend—" "Finn," said the first of the crew, and nodded to his companion, "this is Hearst." Dahl went on: "—our friend Finn must have had a reputation before he was transferred, because he can give you some drugs that the urine test can't detect." Hester snorted. "I'm also speculating that the first mate probably didn't want anyone to know he was taking drugs—" "Fungus," Finn interrupted Dahl. "—something like that. And, anyway, under the influence of the pseudo-mushroom, he attacked the crew, and this Finn was just defending himself, so it's better to keep Finn in confinement and make matters worse. Quietly transfer him away." "I have nothing to say about your interpretation," Finn said. "Then what are these gendarmes here?" Hansen asked. "They're just here to make sure we get aboard the Intrepid cleanly," Hurst said. "They don't want this guy to have a chance to restock." Finn gave him a blank look. Duval looked at Hearst: "I heard a hint of sarcasm." Hester finally looked up and met Duval's eyes. "The beast keeps stuff in my storage box," he said to Duvall. "You don't know anything about it?" Duvall asked rhetorically. "He told me it was just candy and if the other crew knew he had those they would steal it." "Of course it will," Finn said, "and I'll make a point, those things are candied." "And you said the candies were for your mother," Hurst said. "Well, well," Finn said, "I did lie about that." "I tried to tell the truth to the captain and the first mate, but they didn't care," Hurst said. "They thought I was an accomplice. I wasn't even friends with him." "Then why did you agree to help him hide these...candies?" Duvall asked.Hurst muttered something vaguely, and looked away. "He did it because I was nice to him and he didn't have any friends," Finn said. "So you just used him?" Hansen said. "I don't hate him," Finn said, "and I didn't mean to get him into trouble. He wouldn't have gotten into trouble, there's nothing illegal about that stuff. Who knew the mate would go crazy and want Reassemble my bones." "You better get to know your product better," Dahl says. "Next time I buy something, I will consult you first." Finn said sarcastically, and pointed to the porthole, from where you can see the shuttle boat is parked at the berth, "But it will take a while .Our hitch has arrived."
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