Women Can't Drive

"Damn it, Abby!" The Captain of the ship broke what was left of the window, slid down the nose and rolled, coming up to run like hell. He took shelter a few yards from the boy behind some bit of building and peered through the dust.

The pilot kicked out the emergency door and struggled to push the anti-fire and basic-supply units out first. "Damn yourself you, you... you stinkin' pile of ambergris!  I warned you I was getting used to the controls."

"YEAH WELL there's a difference between getting a feel and hitting towns." He coughed, waving a hand to clear some of the dust/smoke. "Didn't we hit someone? I don't see any-- Oh, wait, there it is."

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