Oof. I caught the flu or something, sick as a dog. But managed to finish drawing this by around mid-day (thank goodness it was already written, my brain is fog), and now I’m going to lie down.
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A frenetic chase continued through the asteroids. Prought came back on screen and said, “We will catch you!” Kniff, grinning, replied, “Doesn’t look like it, suckers!” As Kniff kept grinning, the ship’s power suddenly decreased, leaving them on a far-less lit bridge, VYEEEUUWWWW! Annoyed, kniff said, “So, lasper. About the alternating thrust valve. You know, the one that keeps it from overheating during short range intense maneuvers? Have you bought us a replacement yet? Defensively, Lasper replied, “Hey! I did! It’s just on backorder!”
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