Wanting a shot at the seat next to Cal, you dash over to the ramp, arriving out of breath and red in the face.
“Whoa, pardner,” says Luke, Cal’s best bud. “Where’s the stampede?”
A couple of the other Rangers giggle at this, and you feel your face getting redder. You can’t believe you’ve already made a fool of yourself, and you haven’t even left the spaceport!
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