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An Even Worse Ending

by Helen W.

Set right after 'Inquisition.'  If I were more liberally educated, I'd be doing something on Richard Woolsey's various phallic symbol comfort objects. But, instead, I give you…

John took another long drag from the cigar and said, "You know, it's a real pity there's nothing like a good cigarro in this galaxy."

Richard Woolsey stared out into the darkness for a long moment, then replied, "Reeeeallly. No tobacco whatsoever?"

"Nope."

"What about - infant formula? Weight loss pills? Dancing With the Stars?"

"Not that we've ever encountered," said John.

"Text messaging while driving?"

"What's that?"

Woolsey snuffed out his cigar and headed inside. "Colonel, you've solved our problems! We need never fear imperialistic oppression from the villagers of this galaxy again!" 

THE END

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