"Course, the way things usually fucking seem to run around here, the sod would probably drop us on a planet full of fucking ... lava or something, just out of spite." He took a sip of his drink. Really, he'd have preferred whisky, but beggars and fucking choosers and all that. "You come from a pretty normal sort of fucking world, yeah? No aliens or zombies or vampires or any of that shit?"
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