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The closet he woke in was dark. Darker than even he was used to. Obviously that girl had one hell of a swing. He rubbed the dent tenderly. "I've got to get of this horrid planet before someone shuts me down for good." He promised himself. He looked around the closet desperately. Finally, on the edge of a nervous overload, he found a bottle of cleaning alcohol and some twine.
The alcohol soaked twine sparked weakly into the pool of alcohol. A small flame licked up the door. It caught fire immediately. It smoked wildly but did the job of burning down the door. He forced himself through the widening gap against a concrete doorframe. Finally it stopped flaming at the scorched wall. Nos felt no heat from the embers. He took one of the glowing pieces of wood and crushed it in his fingers. The ashes ran out of his palm slowly, like an hourglass. He closed his eyes, wondering as he sometimes did momentarily, what they really felt like. The only thing nos-4-a2 had ever had for reference to actual feeling was what his database said about the object in questions. Glowing embers were supposed to be hot.
Morning light streamed through the open windows. They were all open. He went around the theatre closing windows one by one. Now that the light didn't show so completely and he wasn't vulnerable to outside witnesses he began to assess the damage. No more than a small dent. But something was different. Nos rolled his head around on his high curved shoulders. Everything was fine. Everything was fine! It came into focus. He had been torn to pieces by the explosion; losing most common sense with it, save for the basics. Hide, kill, and feed when weak. Something had been knocked loose then, and that whack seemed to have somehow driven it back into place. "What is wrong with me?" He suddenly screeched at himself. "I hesitated!" He screamed. That bratty alien child had escaped and probably told everyone on the planet of his existence here, the rangers on their way now… "But I do have a reason to thank the pitiful creature." Now he was reasoning with himself. Children were much more prone to secrecy about the things that went on in their daily lives.
This reasoning went on for an hour or more. As he fed (on smaller items, sorely remembering the last incident) and lounged about in the comfortable chairs of the theatre it began to favor the girl. The sun was at its highest point and now reached a climax. Hopefully that girl wouldn't return. He decided to take it easy for now and find ways to repair himself. When he floated about he hitched up and down, spreading his wings took a ridiculously long time and even longer to power up. This was undoubtedly the worst condition he had been in since the dump, only marginally better because he had come into possession of his monocle. But it could be fixed. No need to worry.

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The closet he woke in was dark. Darker than even he was used to. Obviously that girl had one hell of a swing. He rubbed the dent tenderly. "I've got to get of this horrid planet before someone shuts me down for good." He promised himself. He looked around the closet desperately. Finally, on the edge of a nervous overload, he found a bottle of cleaning alcohol and some twine.
The alcohol soaked twine sparked weakly into the pool of alcohol. A small flame licked up the door. It caught fire immediately. It smoked wildly but did the job of burning down the door. He forced himself through the widening gap against a concrete doorframe. Finally it stopped flaming at the scorched wall. Nos felt no heat from the embers. He took one of the glowing pieces of wood and crushed it in his fingers. The ashes ran out of his palm slowly, like an hourglass. He closed his eyes, wondering as he sometimes did momentarily, what they really felt like. The only thing nos-4-a2 had ever had for reference to actual feeling was what his database said about the object in questions. Glowing embers were supposed to be hot.
Morning light streamed through the open windows. They were all open. He went around the theatre closing windows one by one. Now that the light didn't show so completely and he wasn't vulnerable to outside witnesses he began to assess the damage. No more than a small dent. But something was different. Nos rolled his head around on his high curved shoulders. Everything was fine. Everything was fine! It came into focus. He had been torn to pieces by the explosion; losing most common sense with it, save for the basics. Hide, kill, and feed when weak. Something had been knocked loose then, and that whack seemed to have somehow driven it back into place. "What is wrong with me?" He suddenly screeched at himself. "I hesitated!" He screamed. That bratty alien child had escaped and probably told everyone on the planet of his existence here, the rangers on their way now… "But I do have a reason to thank the pitiful creature." Now he was reasoning with himself. Children were much more prone to secrecy about the things that went on in their daily lives.
This reasoning went on for an hour or more. As he fed (on smaller items, sorely remembering the last incident) and lounged about in the comfortable chairs of the theatre it began to favor the girl. The sun was at its highest point and now reached a climax. Hopefully that girl wouldn't return. He decided to take it easy for now and find ways to repair himself. When he floated about he hitched up and down, spreading his wings took a ridiculously long time and even longer to power up. This was undoubtedly the worst condition he had been in since the dump, only marginally better because he had come into possession of his monocle. But it could be fixed. No need to worry.