A Close Encounter
The parasite assimilated flesh at a frightening speed. But it moved slowly.
It suggested giant oyster out of its shell. Like a slug in phlegm on the back of a enormous tortoise, it trailed puss in its slimy wake.
Suddenly, its antennae picked something up. It swivelled round sharply. It had broken its own rule on slowness of movement. It smelt me with its scanners. A gap in the top of its head opened and it uttered:
- The asking price for the property is 235k, but I reckon the vendor'll go as low as 215.
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16 July 2009
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