Misprints and Rarities
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#242:The Racoon's Gun Tax
"Speroses... ah, right. Serious stuff, I'll have a puccanicop myself, two sugars"
"It's a bit sweet, but I can't drink it any other way"
"Yeah, it was pretty crazy. They didn't want to let anyone in to see the Cube,
but I was on the team that used to research it, so Boardman got me in."
"He's a fellow at one of the Academy labs, totally overjoyed at seeing it again.
Yeah, so I was one of the-"
"Anyone else? I cant remember... there were the guys from Special Projects,
of course. The Senior Fellows. Sente - goes without saying. I think there were
a few other people from the labs, maybe Harkin, Saunion. You can look all of
this stuff up, you know."
"No. I understand, it was pretty exciting"
"Yeah, you heard about that? A coma for what, five, six months?"
"He was a nice guy. Very, very smart. Not sure what he worked on though. He
was one of those stars that could jump between any field - maths, crypto,
physics, biology - just like that. Shame it had to happen to him. The wierd thing
is that they can't seem to wake him. Apparently nothing works."
"I don't think so, that's just ridiculous. It's not magic, okay? He had an accident,
that's all. Look, why you are asking about this? Who-"
"Oh, sorry, No I think it's cute, honestly."
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