Steev....on shore leave....

Steev
Space Port
Whenever
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Steev stepped off the ramp. He was now standing on the terminal of the
port. He had no place of residence here, so he followed the standard
procedure....
***Whisk!!!***
"Where's m'fuckin' tag?"
***Thump!***
If you looked closely...very closely...you could almost see the engineer's
feet disappearing beneath the luggage storag door.....
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He was, naturally on his way to left-luggage. As this sort of thing was
fully automated, he fully expected to be transferred to a luggage locker,
waiting for the claimant to return, as no-one was going to bat an eyelid.
He then thought, heve if it wasn't automated he'd probably have still gotten
away with it....
<<<>>>
"Oi, Jim, does that look odd to you"
*puts down paper* "Nope...I want me lunch"
<<<>>>
He was passing absentmindedly through the system, when he saw a discarded
magazine lying on a nearby surface. He exercised his latent kleptomania to
snaffle it.
"Yoink!"
*Trundletrundletrundle*
He started flicking through it when he saw something...
He dived off the belt and charged into the recesses of the luggage area...he
had a mission.
(If we look back carefully, we can home in on the magazine...there it is!
It's open...at the conservation articles.)
(It seems our fearless engineer is about to try to sort one of modern man's
greatest problems...)
In the distance, you could hear the faint cry of...
"OZONE LAYER!!! FIX FIX FIX!!!!
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