The ships cook, the ghost of a Miss Paterson, has shown me no mercy since she found out I'm a vegetarian. She's been feeding me such wonders as Bubble and Squeak, Pyttipannu, laverbread and Tattie Scones. This morning she whipped up a batch of clapshot, haggis and farl for the crew, but showed pity on me with a dish of rumbledethumps.
The Martian was leaning back in his chair amusing himself with the endless sea yarns from Irving Johnson, Slocum and Tucker. Suddenly there was a tremendous crash in the galley followed by the flash from a photon blaster. "Duck Kim! She's blasting bilge rats again!" yelled Tucker. Something black was scurrying around and bashed into a scullery robot smashing it to pieces, then the furry thing flashed by me and made his escape. Miss Paterson was cursing like a sailor. "No wonder she was kicked out of convent school" the Martian mused. Out of the galley she roared on a Triumph Thuderbird. "Get in the side car you lily livered commie PETA pinko, we're hunting bilge rats".
"I will not hurt my furry friends" I said.
"You will this time Toon" said the Martian as he bit off a chunk of farl, "This ain't no ordinary bilge rat, look at it this way sport, Jenifer is dead, you ain't. It's the rat or you"
"Arr matey, go have some fun, hunting interstellar bilge rats is one of our favorite sports in deep space" said Tucker as he handed me a blaster.
Miss Paterson goosed the throttle and we were off like a shot.
"You know what I like best about being dead?" she asked. "I no longer need a helmet!"
That's comforting I thought.
The creature ducked into a hold containing priceless antiquities from across the Galaxy. Jennifer followed it in with no regard for the precious relics.
Here are some of them.
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I'm sorry dear Pumpkin, but I pulled the trigger.
This was his frightened face just before I shot him.
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More latter dear Pumpkin,
Love,
Daddytune
