Star quest

freaks, into a world where freaks were the normal. They belonged here.
    He tried once again to contact Jumbo Ten. This time there was an answer.
    "Hello?"
    "Tohm, why in God's name haven't you answered me? I've been calling for over two hours!"
    "First," Tohm said, "what happened to those missiles and Jumbos?"
    "I instructed the others not to encompass them when we made the transfer. They were left in the old universe."
    Silence. Except for a purring sound like an animal hissing in the bushes…
    "Tohm!"
    "Huh?"
    "Are you both all right?"
    "Sure. We're fine." There was a hissing and giggling sound in the background. A hissing very much like a cat. A giggling very much like a young girl.
    "Look," Triggy said. "Are you going to marry her?"
    Laughter at the other end.
    Tohm spoke at length. "I am. But I fail to see where that is any of your business, Triggy."
    "I'll be damned! It certainly is my business. She's my daughter!"
    "Your daught—" the voice began to shout before Triggy Gop broke the connection. He giggled. He had had the last word, and that pleased him. He made grand preparations for the time when they would land. He prepared a fabulous party with cakes and wines and tiny assorted sandwiches.
    But the cakes grew stale, the wines went flat, and the sandwiches spoiled, for they did not land for ten days.

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