He wondered, with the small part of himself still left unshaken, as to what you do, when you’re in space, trapped in a small ship, and a robot, an armed robot no less, strides out of the toilet.
Not your ordinary every day kind of robot of course, one with smoothly sculptured arms and legs, flashing lights and air of finely manufactured superiority; in short, all the normal kind of stuff that you saw in space films. No, nothing as mundane as that. But a robot that looked as if it had been through a nuclear explosion and an earthquake, or maybe fallen down the stairs several hundred times; or in fact several hundred stairs. A robot that was currently stroking a very large laser type gun that Kevin’s dad had thoughtfully left them. Oh, and with the kind of smirk David would have expected to see on a particularly hungry wolf just before jumping some poor unsuspecting bunny.
‘Uh huh.’ Sad-case muttered with masterful understatement.
Derrick muttered a word guaranteed to have his mum jumping on his head for a couple of weeks.
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