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Out of the frying pan, and into the frying pan but 100 feet up.
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Val and Audri are running down the street of the Tithoronian city, being chased by the authorities. A hovering ship flies between them and the authorities, and when it passes, the two are gone because they have jumped on it on the opposite side. Standing on the running board, Val said, “Earth got rid of running boards back in the 1930s. Who would’ve guessed they’d still be big galactically. How retro and quaint.” Pleased with herself, she continued, “and around the next corner we can just hop off and-” The ship then took to the skies, and Val said, “oh crap.”
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Sure it’s out of the frying pan into the fire, but at least this fire has a door to knock on before the atmosphere dwindles. If the situation then gets worse, man … what comes after fire here? Asphyxiation?
On Titheron, they’re called “wings”.
How the heck can they hang on with hooves?
Maybe they evolved parallel to mountain goats.
Very carefully.
Out of the frying pan and into the flying pan.
Well, whatever comes out of the machina now, I’m pretty sure it won’t be a deus.
Btw, we got a running board on our truck when we bought it in 2001. 😉
I’m short. I needed a step