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Catastrophe Baker in the Hall of the Neptunian Kings* * * * * Before Baker could even begin, Three-Gun Max spoke up. "There ain't no Neptunian Kings," he said. "What makes you think so?" retorted Baker. "There ain't nothing at all on Neptune except a lot of empty real estate and a bunch of air nobody can breathe." "Well, they _told_ me it was Neptune," answered Baker, "but I suppose it could have been Jupiter." "Ain't nothing there neither," said Max. "Only there's a whole lot more of it." "Actually," offered Big Red, "there used to be a hockey team called the Neptunian Kings. But I don't think they ever got within two thousand parsecs of Neptune." He paused. "They weren't very good, anyway." "Who's telling this story anyway?" demanded Baker pugnaciously. "Go ahead and talk," said Max. "But I reserve the right to get up and leave if you start telling any whoppers." "Fair enough," said Baker. He tapped the pearl handle of his burner. "And I reserve the right to blow your balls off if you even think of getting up." "It figures |
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