Abdul Muhamud Gerupta Singh

Who: Tara, Jay, Earth population
Where: Earth
When: Earth time
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"Tara" he said "We're gonna need a guide if we're gonna venture into the desert" he said, throwing his jacket to the ground, and wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I don't fancy our chances in this heat alone""Good point, I've ran about 100 yards and I'm hotter than a barbeque in Hade's backyard!"
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Tara took off her lab coat and tied it around her waist. She looked around the reception area. There was a loud crunch as the robot tried to bash the door down. Jay and Tara exchanged worried glances. Jay walked up to the receptionist
"Is... there... a... guide.. around.... here?" Jay said slowly to the woman behind the desk
"Do you have a voice problem Sir? Would you and you wife like to have a room for the night? Where would you like a guide for Sir?" Jay stepped back momentarily stunned at the receptionists fluent english
"Tara no she isn't....." He looked at her forlorn face "No, her boyfriend recently passed away, i'm a close friend. The guide, is there one for the Sahra Desert?"
"Yes Sir that would be Abdul Muhamud Gerupta Singh. He has a part time job as a kariokie singer. Hes over there" She pointed to a man in the corner with a bald head that had a few grey whisps of hair on it, dark sunken eyes and yellow cracked teeth. He strangley enough was also english. He got up and walked over to Jay and Tara, he had a crooked back and limped with a walking stick
"Hello dearie" he said through his yellow teeth and breath that was so foul it could melt a hole in the Blue Dwarf's hull. Tara grimmaced
"Yea, whatever. We want to get to that missle that crashed in the desert not long ago" Tara stepped back as the man opened his mouth to speak
"Why of course dearie. Follow me, Abdul, Muhamud and Gerupta are outside the back" He grinned a toothy smile and limped off. Jay followed then Tara.
They walked out the back entrance of the hotel into the searing heat. Stood infront of them were three camels.
"You" said Abdul Muhamud Gerupta Singh pointing at Jay "get on Abdul. And you dearie can ride my dear old Gerupta" the old man got on the last camel, presumably Muhamud. There was a canteen of water the size of a small european old english sheep dog with a straw in it strapped to the side of each camel that was full of water. Tara kicked on the camel and it walked on. Abdul Muhamud Gerupta Singh kicked on his cammel and it also walked on. Jay's camel was being stubborn and didn't move fast at all.......
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OOC- got a headach, sorry if its pants but I can't write any more