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Entry C-1451-Z2F. Location. Earth. In the country formerly known as the United States.

In the state formerly known as South Dakota context our arrival can best be described as disastrous.

The Milano and I were both in need of repair. The environment was hot, blighted and unforgiving,

and our encounters with the local population proved violent. After a series of missteps we were

transported by a seeming ally known as Red Crotter. He promised to help us escape the hostiles and

offered his farm as a sanctuary. We are currently seated in his truck, rocket and I keep watch

while Quill sleeps incapacitated. Query. Would we outrun those who pursue us and could we trust

this stranger in this strange world? You see anything? We being followed? Nothing.

Nobody. What's the last you seen of them? A few miles back, torch light in the dark,

nothing since. Can't be there waiting to morning. The things out here in Wasteland. Excuse me.

You don't want a risk coming across it late. Hello? Mr. Red Crotter? How's old Quill doing?

He's still sleeping off his hangover. More than a hangover. He took his punches.

Got a barber broken over his head. Yeah well I can't blame him for wanting to sleep through this

world. Some homecoming Quill. Quill, come on wake up. I want to get up mom. As well sleep. Excuse me.

He's an idiot when he's awake but he's a moron when he's asleep. Statement. I have information

that could be helpful. It's spitted out already. If you stop the truck. We're not stopping this truck.

Not with a dipitized pussy on our heels. But if you stop I can use my seismographic sensor to

determine whether or not we are actually being followed. Stop the damn truck old man.

They call me red. I'm a generosity ins with your raccoon ass dump down on the side of the road.

Yeah yeah yeah okay fine. Red hit the brakes.

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