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The Sinister Dimension
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Kuju took it hurriedly and with Oriel managed to dislodge the poor person by the door, who meandered majestically the other way down the corridor apparently forgetting his troubles.
"Have you got a job?" Kuju asked as they stretched out.
"No," said Oriel, "not yet."
"I tell ya, the best place to work is a supermarket!"
"Like stacking shelves!"
"That's it... you can just switch your brain off and hide somewhere."
They were outside again and the stars were dressed a hundred times brighter than Oriel had ever seen in her life. She knew she was supposed to go home, but Kuju had been so kind, it hurt to leave.
Camp space droids with nametags filed out of a building from the future, while the two pals kept talking about whatever hit them en route towards the main entrance. One droid had a metal moustache and was called 'Major Domo'.
"Hey, we made it!"
Inside, it purred like a goldfish bowl full of technology, and modern coloured lights were hard at work. Through the open window emerged the top half of a figure. It was the beefy bloke they had encountered earlier!
"Is this Gamma Quadrant four!?" he asked gruffly and with the utmost emergency - in his eyes were dreams of monsters and in his arms was a rocket launcher.
"Sorry darling, this is Honey's huge computer station."
Comprehension sunk in merely seconds later and off he ran to his destiny. Whereas Oriel's fate conceivably lay right in front of her, his would be more uncertain. Explaining about the master computer and sharing her plans for a time in the near future, Kuju unlocked the door to the back room with a cheerful expression.
"See you next week then Oriel!"
"See you Kuju!"
On departing the Sinister Dimension, she was too dazed to believe any of what happened, despite carrying the bottle of water to prove it. Soon they'd reunite in the dimension of you and I, and my God would the butterflies come. There'd be the anticipation for grabbing a bite to eat together. Who knows what after that?
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