did his best impression of a sheep. “I knew that,” he said meekly.
The electrical rocked violently as the front began to dip towards the ground.
“Perhaps I should take over the piloting,” said Greebol, taking hold of the steering square.
“Thank you,” Charlie gibbered. He sat down cross-legged on the floor, his heart slowly returning to a normal speed.
Greebol looked down at one of the small screens and tapped it with one of his large fingers. His wide mouth turned down at the corners. The area where a Human’s eyebrows should have been furrowed.
“We have a problem,” he said slowly.
“What’s new?” said Charlie sarcastically.
“Many things,” said Greebol, “but only the one that concerns us right now.” He looked around the room in panic. “We have too much weight. Something is weighing us down!”
The electrical began to dip once again. It scraped across the top of the trees. Very soon they would be in a housed area and it would scrape across the tops of those instead, causing devastating damage to the underside of the ship. Plus causing a number of extremely shocked Humans to write into ‘Bizarre Stories’.
Charlie was worried. Was it him? Was he the cause of this extra weight on the electrical? Was it his pot belly? He knew he should work out more but going to the gym made him nervous. He found it intimidating being surrounded by muscular men. Plus mens’ shower rooms gave him the heebie jeebies. There was always some old naked man rubbing his flannel in areas that should have been covered in cobwebs. He could have always gone jogging or ridden his bicycle or even done a few star jumps at night but in honesty he was just too lazy. Even the walk to the bus stop felt too much like hard work! Now he wished he’d done more.
“Please don’t throw me out!” Charlie begged.
“Throw you out?” answered Greebol confused. “Oh no, you are not the extra weight Charlie. The extra weight is on the outside of the electrical! Take a peek out of the porthole!”
Greebol pointed over to one of the round windows. Charlie quickly bounded over and took a look outside. Stretching to look down he saw the base of the electrical and there, dangling by one arm was that damn robot!
The words ‘why won’t you die?’ sprang to mind but he found it too predictable to say out loud.
X7421 began to climb up the side of the ship, ripping into the metal with its strong clamp-like hands. Looking down at the robot made Charlie dizzy, the ground below becoming smaller and smaller. They had passed beyond the forest now and were over the rooftops. He could see cars the size of beetles driving down the small roads.
Dropping from this height would be very, very painful. He imagined it to be one of the more painful ways of dying. Diced in a giant blender or skinned alive and dipped in vinegar would probably be top of the list, but hitting the ground from falling from the clouds must hurt as well.
“We have to do something!” Charlie shouted.
Greebol looked around the room quickly, trying to think of something to do. “The window,” he said, “open the window Charlie.”
“Open the window?” Charlie gasped, “and let it come climbing in?”
“You will have to knock it off the side of the electrical Charlie! Open the window and throw something down at it! It is our only hope!”
Charlie rushed to the window whilst Greebol steered the electrical. Slowly he wound it down. It reminded him of a window on an old bus. The wind blasted inside the room, almost sucking him out. He looked around in a wild panic to find something to throw. X7421 was getting closer and closer.
Charlie grabbed the first thing he could see. It was a large tin box shaped a bit like a pig (only with six legs and really large testicles). He reached out and threw it as hard as he could
The electrical rocked violently as the front began to dip towards the ground.
“Perhaps I should take over the piloting,” said Greebol, taking hold of the steering square.
“Thank you,” Charlie gibbered. He sat down cross-legged on the floor, his heart slowly returning to a normal speed.
Greebol looked down at one of the small screens and tapped it with one of his large fingers. His wide mouth turned down at the corners. The area where a Human’s eyebrows should have been furrowed.
“We have a problem,” he said slowly.
“What’s new?” said Charlie sarcastically.
“Many things,” said Greebol, “but only the one that concerns us right now.” He looked around the room in panic. “We have too much weight. Something is weighing us down!”
The electrical began to dip once again. It scraped across the top of the trees. Very soon they would be in a housed area and it would scrape across the tops of those instead, causing devastating damage to the underside of the ship. Plus causing a number of extremely shocked Humans to write into ‘Bizarre Stories’.
Charlie was worried. Was it him? Was he the cause of this extra weight on the electrical? Was it his pot belly? He knew he should work out more but going to the gym made him nervous. He found it intimidating being surrounded by muscular men. Plus mens’ shower rooms gave him the heebie jeebies. There was always some old naked man rubbing his flannel in areas that should have been covered in cobwebs. He could have always gone jogging or ridden his bicycle or even done a few star jumps at night but in honesty he was just too lazy. Even the walk to the bus stop felt too much like hard work! Now he wished he’d done more.
“Please don’t throw me out!” Charlie begged.
“Throw you out?” answered Greebol confused. “Oh no, you are not the extra weight Charlie. The extra weight is on the outside of the electrical! Take a peek out of the porthole!”
Greebol pointed over to one of the round windows. Charlie quickly bounded over and took a look outside. Stretching to look down he saw the base of the electrical and there, dangling by one arm was that damn robot!
The words ‘why won’t you die?’ sprang to mind but he found it too predictable to say out loud.
X7421 began to climb up the side of the ship, ripping into the metal with its strong clamp-like hands. Looking down at the robot made Charlie dizzy, the ground below becoming smaller and smaller. They had passed beyond the forest now and were over the rooftops. He could see cars the size of beetles driving down the small roads.
Dropping from this height would be very, very painful. He imagined it to be one of the more painful ways of dying. Diced in a giant blender or skinned alive and dipped in vinegar would probably be top of the list, but hitting the ground from falling from the clouds must hurt as well.
“We have to do something!” Charlie shouted.
Greebol looked around the room quickly, trying to think of something to do. “The window,” he said, “open the window Charlie.”
“Open the window?” Charlie gasped, “and let it come climbing in?”
“You will have to knock it off the side of the electrical Charlie! Open the window and throw something down at it! It is our only hope!”
Charlie rushed to the window whilst Greebol steered the electrical. Slowly he wound it down. It reminded him of a window on an old bus. The wind blasted inside the room, almost sucking him out. He looked around in a wild panic to find something to throw. X7421 was getting closer and closer.
Charlie grabbed the first thing he could see. It was a large tin box shaped a bit like a pig (only with six legs and really large testicles). He reached out and threw it as hard as he could
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