Solemnly, he bounded towards them, wishing there was a more dignified way to do so. Adain was sitting down now, alternating beating his hand on the ground and pointing. Ignatius thanked whatever deity created the vacuum, so he didn't have to listen to that man.
The repressuring chamber was just large enough to accomodate two of them. Ignatius was glad of the brief respite from the joker, who remained outside. The hiss stopped and the green light came on. Ignatius couldn't get his helmet off quickly enough; the stench was unbearable. His face in the visor's reflective surface looked like death warmed up. In 5 minutes he would be watched by millions of Americans, including his proud parents; aunts and uncles. Wonderful.
Shut up (in a claustrophic tin can, with only idiots for company)
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