did she have a half-sister?

The old man was asleep, at least for now. Hares through back his head and
exhaled then took a deep beath of recylced air, urrgg, he could taste it.
He recalled when he was younger how he saw, on his Vid Screen at home, an
advert for air recylers, "Clean, Fresh and oder free" was their proud boast.
Yea whatever. It always tasted like, well, like stale air, it made his
throught dry. And right now his throught was as dry as an Arabs Sandle and
his tongue was about half as tastey.
He got up, arched his back, which creeked like an old deackchair, and
stretched. The Hostess was still mopping up Keegan's mess, nice ass he
thought as he walked over to the water recycler. Recycled air, water - what
next? He tossed this idea around in his head for a few minutes. "Smeg,
they'll be re-using your piss next" he grumbled. "Sorry, Sir. Didn't quite
catch that. Is there anything I can help you with? she smilled at him, her
face lit up and her teath sparkled like the Wriglies Gum girl. Hares looked
at her, she looked like she could do anything she wanted to, why was she
working this smeggy job? "Urm...not right now miss..." his voice trailed
off, she smilled again and turned around to walk away, Hares smilled
"deffinalty a nice ass" he said to no-one inparticular.
The water tasted like a fat man had slept with the bottle between his
thighs, he didnt care and poured the remaining drops over his head.
"bit to warm for ye, laddy?" Hares spun, "Huh, yea, s'pose. Sleep well old
man?"
"Me?"
"Yea, you"
"I ain't bin 'sleep!"
Hares groaned and decided to change the subject. They talked for a while,
mainly Keegan spoke and mainly about mining and how much better is was in
his day. He had a few interesting stories to tell also, well at the age of
eighty you'd except him to have a few tales. Hares looked at him, not such a
bad old guy. Didnt matter much anyway, they'd be unlikly to work together,
didnt let Third Techies do Mining. You needed A Truckers Licence for that, a
few skills and a note from your mum. Come to think of it Hares did have two
of the above requirements, although he wasnt sure how he'd get his Truckers
Licence and he didnt think opening bear bottles with his butt cheeks counted
as a skill.
As they chatted the Hostess came over to Hares. She bent down so she was
face to face with him and helpfully informed him that they would be within
range of Blue Dwarf within ten minutes. Hares wasn't listening, as she had
bent down he had a clear view of her beutiful well formed breasts.
"You know what?"
Hares snaped out of his trance.
"I got me a feelin', that we gonna have a right big adventure on them their
ships"
For a second there was silence, then the stewerdess froze, Hares looked at
the old man.
"SHIPS!" they blurted out together.
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