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If the whole computer thing didn’t work out, Dale had a fine future as a doorstop.
He didn’t mind leaning against the emergency door while wet people in swimsuits ducked in and out. If he let go of the door, people wouldn’t be able to get back inside to grab towels. Swelling sirens heralded the approaching fire truck. His clothes were fog-soaked, though, and the October chill was seeping through his skin towards his bones.
Ralph lay on the grass near the parking lot, where people had dragged him. The Ewoks’ spears had rubber points, but the wooden ends were resting solidly in Ralph’s throat, while Captain Sisko and a bald goon in an Always Punch Nazis T-shirt stood ready to kick him in his broken ribs if he looked like he even thought about raising his head. Will stood near them, sho
