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Fender and Grunk

“What is it?” said Captain Grunk. “And who are you?”

“I’m Ensign Gnarls, sir. We’ve received a message from Fender Nash on Earth.”

“Nash you say?” said Grunk massaging the scar that ran from his ear to just above his cheek. “Interesting.”

“Thought you’d want to know sir. Your adventures fighting Fender Nash were in all my school books.” said Gnarls. “I hope you don’t mind my interruption.”

“No, you did good young man,” replied the Captain. “This may prove to be harder than I thought. Go back to the bridge and tell them I’ll be responding to Fender Nash shortly. Oh, and tell them to prepare The Ticker.”

“Yes sir!” said Gnarls as he turned and ran toward the bridge. He had done what his shipmates had told him was impossible: he had stood face to face with the Captain and lived to talk about it.

*

“Some kind of clock,” said Max, staring at the UFO .

“Thanks for the update,” said Fender. “Grunk always was one for the dramatic. Regardless, we’ve got an hour to build this thing, or we’re all dead.”

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