Chapter 3
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Hiding under his workbench, Ichik watched in baffled silence as the three figures argued.
"'Snow' I said; zap us somewhere where we can have freakin' snow for Christmas!"
The tallest one spoke; "looks like the rainforest."
A smaller, black-haired man bowed his head; "my vessel has been unwell, and so my compass is a little - off. I believe we have travelled in time as well as distance."
"Off?" snorted the fierce man; "I ask for snow an' I get some friggin' prehistoric swamp with spiders that can bench-press a freight train!"
Another blinding flash and the three men vanished.
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