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Snide, issue 2, February 1941
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Ginerton shook his head, with a calm, spiritual expression. 'There is only one person here with 27-A-BC2½ blood. Me,' he said. So we pumped the blood across. Parsen immediately jumped up, yelled, 'Mammy!', and went back to his sand-pile. Ginerton staggered around the cabin several times, went into a spin, and expired gently on the floor. We dumped him out a porthole. And now, since it will explain so much, I can reveal the name of the man who raised a fly-swatter to Parsen. It was Ginerton. Barnay, Parkers, Snarletti, and the cat just said a startling thing. They suddenly remembered, quite clearly, that their blood is type 27-A-BC2½. Ginerton, in atonement for his awful act, deliberately sacrificed himself! Woops, here comes the moon at us. Will resume after landing.... Landing successful, with three and ½ drops of fuel and 3/16 of an inch to spare. And so, with our daring flight concluded, once again we leave you. Will we take off again for Neptune? Will we stay at home and mind our own business? Will Binder ever learn to write? Who knows? Stick around and see! Jupiter Expedition Number One signing off. the end 22
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Ginerton shook his head, with a calm, spiritual expression. 'There is only one person here with 27-A-BC2½ blood. Me,' he said. So we pumped the blood across. Parsen immediately jumped up, yelled, 'Mammy!', and went back to his sand-pile. Ginerton staggered around the cabin several times, went into a spin, and expired gently on the floor. We dumped him out a porthole. And now, since it will explain so much, I can reveal the name of the man who raised a fly-swatter to Parsen. It was Ginerton. Barnay, Parkers, Snarletti, and the cat just said a startling thing. They suddenly remembered, quite clearly, that their blood is type 27-A-BC2½. Ginerton, in atonement for his awful act, deliberately sacrificed himself! Woops, here comes the moon at us. Will resume after landing.... Landing successful, with three and ½ drops of fuel and 3/16 of an inch to spare. And so, with our daring flight concluded, once again we leave you. Will we take off again for Neptune? Will we stay at home and mind our own business? Will Binder ever learn to write? Who knows? Stick around and see! Jupiter Expedition Number One signing off. the end 22
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