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The Giant Molasses-Eaters recieved the invitation with mixed emotions. Undergoing severe sugar withdrawal from their inability to get a good batch of molasses for their pancakes, they didn't really feel in the mood to party. Plus, being oversized and all, they tended to have trouble at parties: they fumbled awkwardly with the paper cups, and had to stand all the time or risk breaking the host's couch. This wasn't so bad on Earth, where you could have open-air parties, but here on Planet, where everything had to happen inside some kind of dome, it was death on your back.
Nantuplet Helium Pond, the only one of her brood to survive the margarine famine of '02, made the decision. "We'll sit this one out, people. The University is too cramped; a couple years hence, when we get our colony in order, we'll invite everybody over to our house. Until then, we must keep working." The colony grumbled a bit, but went back to their oversized warrens.
The Giant Molasses-Eaters recieved the invitation with mixed emotions. Undergoing severe sugar withdrawal from their inability to get a good batch of molasses for their pancakes, they didn't really feel in the mood to party. Plus, being oversized and all, they tended to have trouble at parties: they fumbled awkwardly with the paper cups, and had to stand all the time or risk breaking the host's couch. This wasn't so bad on Earth, where you could have open-air parties, but here on Planet, where everything had to happen inside some kind of dome, it was death on your back.
Nantuplet Helium Pond, the only one of her brood to survive the margarine famine of '02, made the decision. "We'll sit this one out, people. The University is too cramped; a couple years hence, when we get our colony in order, we'll invite everybody over to our house. Until then, we must keep working." The colony grumbled a bit, but went back to their oversized warrens.
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