I've gotta' admit, the gunner blinked, it's neat -
screen, the instant con of command ...
Meg grabbed his ear and he
You tinfoil hoon, she hissed, you wouldn't know
sign from the flash of an arcade strip.
Now hit back a signal wrapped
Before we get zapped to a crisp.
It was Stumpy's turn to smile a wan smile,
For the girl's simple
faith in a greater power
Gave her strength to follow her
But the wayward paths of an outside mind
Are set with a
thousand traps, and a broken twig
Or the mark of a knife say more
than the painted signs.
Prawn, probe the bugger and check the deal,
he nodded with a sigh.
.. to be continued
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