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A tiny Mr Swarm crept across the wall and was trying to reach Mr
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Swarm's doorknob, stealthily making running leaps, scattering up
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the door, and sliding down again. Hex and I tried to keep from
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snickering, but finally he gained enough purchase to twist the knob
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and slid into the room.
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I'd been trying to convince Super Hex to let us use her tarot to
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play poker without making any progress, something about "the
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spirits not being a game" and "respecting traditions." So I began
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an inventory of the contents of my pockets.
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the dusty remnants of some sort of cracker
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two rubber bands, one broken
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five smoke bombs
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one of Commodore Bob's miniature communicators (even
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connected to the ship it received nothing but static, with the
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distorted refrains of "Big Hunk o' Love" from Elvis "live via
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satellite")
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Mr Swarm came out, acknowledged us and knocked on Cranium's door.
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It swung open a crack, he had his towel around his waist, they
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mumbled to each other a bit, then Swarm joined us. A few lingering
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miniature Mr Swarms joined him as he explained what his spy found.
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Largely, nothing. The place was abandoned, but there were a few
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locked doors he couldn't circumvent.
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Commander Cranium walked out of his room waggling his pinkie in his
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ear. "Cleanliness brings purity of mind, What have we discovered?"
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Hex spoke her piece and told us about her readings. Mr Swarm,
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having split and experienced all seven histories at once, had no
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useful elaborations on her story except for his spies reports.
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Cranium had learned that the stone floor got too slippery to
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properly bathe in the sink, and there weren't enough towels.
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I found that none of us seemed too worried about mysterious beings
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bringing us to a dead planets.
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"There isn't anything else to discuss, is there?" Cranium asked,
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there wasn't, so he pushed the button.
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