"That lady is about to get it. Not only is her style terrible (I mean seriously who wears a stuffed raccoon on their head), but she has messed up my order like a million times already. Why am I at this filthy place anyway, and why am I ordering a nasty hamburger. It'll just go straight-" her thoughts were cut off by loud constant beeps. "Oh great now they've set the kitchen on fire. I'll never get my food! I knew I should of gone to restaurant run by robots!" The beeping got louder. She woke up startled. "What a dream!" she gasped and then realized her ship was malfunctioning due to atmospheric compression on the hull of the ship. Or rather that was what the screen on her pilot goggles said. She had no idea what it meant. She panicked. All she could see was streaks of fiery color. Impact occurred, glass shattered. Greenery moved as if interested in the crash.
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