Book: Cosmobiology

- Guys, let's go look at the station? - stuck it to comoletion.
What we have not seen? The usual gas station, the only space - indifferently shrugged the pilot. Shop with any nonsense, prices are above planetary, and shelf-life at best coming to an end.
- Well, ple-a-ASE! - whined the girl. - I still wonder, and one I'm afraid!
- What?
- Okay, shy - recovered Pauline. - And suddenly there's some aliens, as I will them to explain?
- The language of credit cards.

- Should we try this cake? suggested Theodore, when all drained their glasses. The cake was on his conscience, and, remembering the cooking process, the pilot was a little shaky. - Let's hope it's edible. Because we actually wanted to bake "the Triumph of Darth Vader", but thanks to someone...
- I have fairly warned, that do not know how to cook! - fought Dan, whose avant-garde technique of separation of yolks from whites made Ted a lasting impression.
- But you didn't say what you seem to be never in the kitchen is not allowed!
- Allowed, with dignity replied red. - To wash the dishes.

And as your captain, not against the intruders? - just in case said Theodore.
Miss Screwdriver stifled a snort, remembering Roger uttered a phrase of about a dozen words where not Japanese and not abusive was just the initial "what" and the concluding "brought".

"Instruction is very important in business to have a Lis..." - Theodore stopped short, puzzled, and muttered to himself: - Indeed, without instructions I have in my head is not right! "Know it all".
- What, the Fox?! - roused had time to think about something his captain.
- Probably using an automatic translator drove through a shared laughter suggested the doctor. - Read, read, we're all ears!
"It is to hold a high-tech splash our firm," continued Theodore, and immediately demanded clarification: Who is it?
- All right. Dan pointed a finger, first the pilot, then Pauline, fascinated patting "Fox" fur. - You read it keep.
But Soare is there an average floor?
- After such a Fox, I have nothing surprised.
Theodore cleared his throat and continued:
- "A bunch of corrupt: device to edit device Fox device user manual. Death tube buy separately you." Purchased separately, I lie next to them.
Stanislav pulled from the holster one gun, fell to the sight. Also a cheap copy of the old OICW rifle.
- "The Fox deal gently - with a growing sense read Theodore. - The omission of water, fire, educe substances is mournful grief. Contact with Fox there is an ecstasy for the crowd and the Secret Killer". Uh-uh... sniper? "Grope the Fox side. The fart button is a result of the expected boom."
- Does she have a system for self-destruction? - worried captain.
- Hardly. I suspect this is the desired switch. Dan pushed Pauline and digging in the pile of fur, something clicked.
Fox shuddered, rolled over, picked up a paw and pointed nose, slightly it shaking. Bleary eyes dimly gleaming, daversa resemblance to mad. Stroking the girl no longer dared, grabbed the remote.
Theodore just came to describe it:
- "Fox to have a mode to run away, lezenie, whirling and false Kus. Hope to use the Fox in the darkness is always with yours, the button is blue".
Pauline immediately pushed it in and out of the eyes of the Fox splashed on the red beam, and the tips of the fur appeared bluish glow.
"The loss of Lisa dal yellow call button, sad female cry."
Pauline cried, and "hunters" together jumped from the box. The Fox let out a piercing howl vibrating, as if someone stepped on the cat's tail stuck in a steel funnel.
- Extremely sad - confirmed the doctor, wiping away the speakers on my forehead sweat.
"Love your Fox, and he love you." On this optimistic note, the instruction was over. - Well, we all clear?

Nicholas brought (not on purpose, just patronizing the captain of the stars were formed in an extremely dirty word, but it had yet to fly!)...

Dan has generally been the most responsible in the team, preferring to obtain the captain's permission even to do nothing, to surrender to him intently and with full dedication.

In the tumultuous history of the pilot there was everyone: he was reproached and Smoking, and drinking, and even "grass". But to condensed milk?

Exploits - it's well and good, but it was too dreary.

There are things that just can't be done while the number itself is a person and not an appendage to the Blaster.

- Do I understand correctly, slowly and gravely said Winnie, for raking the consequences of a gamble are you suggesting we turn up in another, even more insane?
- I like that - it's so romantic! A desert planet, a treasure map, that is a secret pirate base, ' said Jill dreamily rolling her eyes. <...>
Roger she even envied. He is twenty-two years was a realist, and in the present twenty-seven - a complete pessimist.

Think I'm starting to guess when you're joking, captain! I think another five years, and I'll even start over your jokes laugh.

The clash of light-duty vehicles usually begins with someone's first or intuitive due to the better reaction - rockets, followed by a volley of the enemy, and both teams start praying to all known gods Holy and just "octopus" (the latter smacks of paganism, but as they say, under the missile sight, even among robots there are no atheists).

- Find your szczurek, the ship he has nowhere to go! He even looks like? Will warn you guys, let looking.
The gray, the bald spots, - thankfully frequent Pauline. - The ears are large and hairless, legs, curves, eyes red, slanted, and between underdeveloped third - heat sensitive. Only tell me that they Mosu hands was not enough! He bites. And scratched. And all the wild, so to call it, frankly, useless.
- Why do you need this? - amazed captain.
- Well why?! - rounded eyes, the lab - He's friendly!

- Such a stupid death just can't be, right?!
Stupid death? slowly repeated the captain. - What is the smart death?