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Direct from Knox’s nose, to your web browser.
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Still standing around by their cars, Picknar said, “as primitive as it sounds, your ‘internet’ thingamabob should probably do the job. The G.O.B. watches global networks of any dark planet that has them.” Knox asked, “‘gob’?” Thoos replied, “Galactic Organizational Body.” Exasperated, Knox said, “of course.” Grinning at Knox, Rodrigo said, “Knox was afraid something up his nose was responsible for monitoring global networks.” Annoyed, Knox said back at Rodrigo, “that would be if they were called ‘booger,’ not ‘GOB.'” Smiling, Picknar said, “oh, the ‘Bequ’en Order’s Organizational Government Empirical Rulers’ was over thrown years ago.” Amused, Rodrigo said, “no doubt a good sneeze cleared things up.”
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