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Ack

A song permeated the darkened spacecraft.

Ack! thought Jixan. Blue Suede Shoes! Ack!

He hurriedly contacted Joran by teleflix.

"Joran! It's the shoes again! PLEASE let me put him back, NOW!"

Joran signaled, "Your Elvis duty continues. Or would you prefer crop circle detail instead?"

"Ack!", responded Jixan, signing off. Ack!


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