Hillbilly

[Stoat]

Them dern zeeners is gettin ter be a pro'lem. Yer caint seem ter fly anywheres wi'out comin acoss 'em. Ah wuz jump't on fore 'er fahve time in't Silverton fields, an't buggers jus won' gi'it up. Ah had seven 'er eight o' em in mah hold, an then sum zeener hotshot callt Militant shows up inna 'blazer demandin ah drop 'is frens!! Dern fool hick! Ah tol' 'im where ter go, an then 'e fires on meh! In mah Odin! 'e were tricky ter hit, fer shure, but 'e were'n gunna last gin meh, so 'e runs inna end. Ah starts ter chase im, an then it awl went dark. Ah tells yer, ev'rythin shut down. Nav, comms, targe'in, weaps, life support, engines, the works. But weirder 'n tha', awl uv the stars wuz gawn 'n'all. An Denver, and the sun. 't'were rite weird, ah's'll be tellin yer. Thought ah wuz a gonner, 'n no mistake. Then awl uv a sudden it awl comes back ter where it were! The zeener wuz gawn, but sum other were aroun. They din' attack meh tho. Ah guess them were cleverer than Militant. Anyways, ah wuz so shaken ah let 'em go. Ah wuz jus' glad mah wurld wuz back. Ah went strate back ter Rochester, an wen' onna rite bender in't bar. Tha' were twelve ours ago. Ah thort ah'd bes' record this afore ah pass owt 'n ferg..........*thud*

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