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"LẌ? What was that noise?"
LẌ ignored his myrmidon and hoped that the noise wasn't caused by the Peeps escaping from their cardboard prison.
"Und haven't we already passed that globular cluster?"
"Have we?" [worried]
"I'm positive." Mago peered out of the porthole at the spherical group of old red stars. "Where are we?"
"I don't know? Aren't you looking at the map?"
"What?! Nein. I thought you were flying this thing?"
"Damn it, Mago! I'm the Official Infomaniac Pillow Fluffer and Personal IT Consultant to Mistress MJ, not an interstellar navigator!"