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DINNER word count: 100 John couldn’t recall how long it had been since Moya had killed Pilot and become catatonic, leaving them all stranded. He looked a D’Argo and asked, “You hungry?” “Starving,” said the Luxan. Food being in short supply, they had consumed Pilot and in time, began eating their shipmates. Rygel was first, then the others, Aeryn most recently. “She couldn’t cook,” said John, “but she made a great pot roast. Well, it’s just you and me, big guy. Care for a game of Rock, Paper; Scissors?” “No,” said D’Argo, drawing his Qualta Blade and grinning, “I have a better idea.” The above was written in response to UCSBdad’s challenge to create the worst-case season 3 ending. Periapt |
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