Standing around a mee-thane firepit. People were a mixture of dread and terrible excitement. Of course, like an American State suddenly having 10,000 new criminal cases it meant there'd be a "window".
"Stepped on my foot," a Scientist said to a Researcher. "Stole my thunder," a fiction writer said to a general writer.
"Ate my crableg," griped a Veteran outdoorsman who'd practically been forced to eat beans-and-weenies in a can to the point of bored and...And what?? His sober-buddy pressed. "Makes him wander off portside."
"You're sketches suck." One man gently ix-nayed an attempt to travel on.
Hold it...hold it steady fellOOws. The World War II torpedo was ensnared in a large fishing net and being dragged alongside a surplus submarine used for movies and maritime museum happenings.
"It looks rusty in sphots," a scuba diver didn't unleash from mask and Oxygen but teeth-clamp'd told. "Give someone else a turn bloke!" Shorts and hairy legs with a whistle hollered. Must've been this one, a serious painter said of a tossed sketch showing a submarine just barely emerging from behind a glacier finger.
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