'Come in, Slutter.'
Slutter is waiting for the call.
'Slutter here,' he replies. 'Where are you, Stobey?'
'I'm in the holding pattern at the junction,' Stobey says, 'and I'm flashing
my green and yellow lights. Can you spot me?'
'Not yet. I've got my greens and yellows on, too,' Slutter answers. 'Let's
watch for each other.'
A moment later, Stobey says, 'I see you in my finder; you're still some
distance behind me. I'll cut out and line up ahead of you. When you
catch up we'll head for the parking block. Let's park next to each other.
OK?'
'That's fine. Let's do that.'
Without warning, Stobey feels a slam on the rear of her space-buggy.
She looks in her rear-view mirror. It's a hot rodder and he's bumping the
nose of his buggy against the back of hers.
'Slutter,' Stobey shouts. 'I'm having a problem with a hot rodder. He's
bumping my tail. If he doesn't stop he'll damage my buggy.'
'I'm speeding up and closing,' Slutter replies. 'I'll check him out.'
Slutter rams power into Banana's motor and, a moment later, sees
Coconut up ahead. The hot rodder's ship is pushing and bumping
Coconut.
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