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Barbarella (where'd she come from? Where'd she GO?) is seated at a large table, several small pieces of plastic and metal scattered around her glass of something sparkly.
She twirls a bit of hair around her finger as she squints at a metal cartridge. Letting go of her hair, she picks up an oily rag and begins to scrub out the inside of the cartridge.
"Honestly," she tells the space blaster parts good naturally, "you are sometimes more trouble than you're worth."
"Oh, who am I kidding? You are entirely worth it." She kisses the cartridge and moves on to the next part.
What can she say? She loves her loyal guns!
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She twirls a bit of hair around her finger as she squints at a metal cartridge. Letting go of her hair, she picks up an oily rag and begins to scrub out the inside of the cartridge.
"Honestly," she tells the space blaster parts good naturally, "you are sometimes more trouble than you're worth."
"Oh, who am I kidding? You are entirely worth it." She kisses the cartridge and moves on to the next part.
What can she say? She loves her loyal guns!
original here: http://milliways-bar.dreamwidth.org/24532618.html
