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Snide, issue 1, May 1940
Page 32
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"No," said Willus. She isn't here." "Oh, I see, said the stranger, and he helped Willus on with the gold-painted suit. "Does it fit?" he asked, clamping down the helmet. "Yes," said Willus, doubtfully, "but..." "But what?" "Well," answered Willus, with a worried expression, "confidentially, I t̲h̲i̲n̲k̲ there are mice." "Ah," said the stranger, and he helped Willus take the suit off again. "Now you are ready," said the stranger, clamping down the helmet a second time. "Yes," said Willus, "but this time..." "Well?" The stranger frowned. "Scorpions," said Willus. "Nonsense," cried the stranger. "I cleaned out that suit very thoroughly and I can assure you..." "OUCH!" said Willus. The stranger signed and unfastened the helmet again. The spaceship was a long, gleaming hull studded with portholes and rocket jets and things. "I built the hull thing myself," said the 32
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"No," said Willus. She isn't here." "Oh, I see, said the stranger, and he helped Willus on with the gold-painted suit. "Does it fit?" he asked, clamping down the helmet. "Yes," said Willus, doubtfully, "but..." "But what?" "Well," answered Willus, with a worried expression, "confidentially, I t̲h̲i̲n̲k̲ there are mice." "Ah," said the stranger, and he helped Willus take the suit off again. "Now you are ready," said the stranger, clamping down the helmet a second time. "Yes," said Willus, "but this time..." "Well?" The stranger frowned. "Scorpions," said Willus. "Nonsense," cried the stranger. "I cleaned out that suit very thoroughly and I can assure you..." "OUCH!" said Willus. The stranger signed and unfastened the helmet again. The spaceship was a long, gleaming hull studded with portholes and rocket jets and things. "I built the hull thing myself," said the 32
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