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Glax is never free.
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Picknar ascended the stairs into the Festus Loomp Science Building. They approached the front desk to inquire about the high-risk consciousness exchange experiment job and were handed an e-pad and stylus from a receptionist. They intently filled it out, but it was then followed by a barrage of consultations and other tests. Reaching the end of their rope when being given a painful injection, they winced and said, “ugh, all this is a lot of work, thank goodness it pays so well.” The fellow moppish alien who was giving them the injection listened grimly, and then indicated a room filled with other waiting aliens and said, “what? No. Those were just the preliminary tests. Among all of you, only two will be chosen for the experiment.” Picknar, accepting the reality of the situation said, “at least I got a cup of glax out of all this.” To which the injection-giving-alien replied coldly, “if you’re chosen, that’ll be deducted from your pay.”
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