Chapter 2

“This one’s still breathing”

A Galactic Federation marine, who was called a marine despite not having anything what so ever to do with water, kicked Asimov over on to his back.

“Get a medic up here”

“Cough, cough” Asimov coughed a mouthful of space up.

“He swallowed a lot of space.” The ‘marine’ said

“Don’t worry.” The Medic said as he made his way over “I brought a stomach pump. It creates a vacuum, sucking the space out of his lungs.”

 

“The Pun-isher!” Asimov grabbed on to the medics lab coat as he leant over him

“Where is he!? Where’s Greystalk!?”

“Don’t worry, there both in the med-unit right now?”

“Really? He made it”

“Lol, nah, we haven’t found them. Jokes.”

Author's Note

In fiction, space is exactly like the sea.

Reviews

[TBird J.]

As per usual, I laughed : ). Always a pleasure to read your work. Silly as it may seem my fav line is the last one : “Lol, nah, we haven’t found them. Jokes.”
Fun and easy read.