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karate-chopped the dark, screaming “ heee-ya ” , as he imagined Bruce Lee might. T he dark however, seemed thoroughly unimpressed by thi s attack, in fact, one might go as far as saying that it quite flag rantly ignored his spectacle. Now t he reason for this may have been because, the dark, being nothing more than an absence of light, and thus in effect, nothing at all, it would then follow that Pete had nothing to impress upon. However, withstanding this, it is much more likely that his intimidation tactics had failed because, had there been some light in the first place, it would have , ( in damning actuality ), app eared to any onlooker, that he had just sprung-up screaming “ hi ya ! ” in a a typically high voice, and then thrown out his hand in childish joy, as though his bestest friend in the whole wide world had just arrived to play chu-chu trains with him.
     
    “ I demand to speak to whoever's in charge !” he shouted out with all the authority of a little girl.
     
    As he made this demand, the room was suddenly flooded with light, and his five precious senses seemed to spring simultaneously from his body, in a desperate bid for survival.
     
    “ I charge whoever for a demand to speak !” h e shouted senselessly.
     
    While Pete's eye-balls and the newly arrived light began to get acquainted, Pete's brain decided to have a little break, and sliding out from Pete's ear, then found a comfy spot on the floor. After a short time had passed, and Pete's brain had been given the chance to think matters through, it then returned to Pete's skull and allowed him to take the wheel for while, having reached the conclusion that home is where the heart is, and that there really is no place quite like it. Wip ing the drool from his chin, h e then had a look around.
     
    He found himself in a long, narrow room, which had a single door located a few meters ahead of him. The floor on which he sat was made of a sort of metal, and its cold made him shiver when touched; on further examination, he discovered that the entire room was made of metal, the roof and walls being supported by long stretching beams that traversed the width of the room. At intervals, a small space existed between beam and roof, so that a passer by might leap up and then perform some chin-ups if the urge ever manifested it self so. The room reminded him of a ship of sorts, and specifically, a time when he had become quite unreasonably lost on the Pride of Portsmouth, whilst it f er ried its m er ry way to France. He had almost given up hope and was seriously considering eating his shoes, (he had missed breakfast see), when fortune smiled on him and a little girl, ( who was engaged in a most competitive game of hide and seek ) , came across him and kindly led him back to deck. This memory led him to assume that he must be in a ship of sorts, he must have jumped from the car park and landed very gently in this room, perhaps he had fallen through the door sideways, only to land next to a boulder, on top of which, perched a particularly disinterested heron. This last observation somewhat startled him, but before he had time to assess his residing mental state, a voice filled the room.
     
    “ You have been selected as representatives of your planet, you each descend with great intelligence and have shown yourself to be the most developed life on your planet. For this reason, one of you may take up its defence, and propose the case for why we should not annihilate your world .”
    “ Er , hello ,” said Pete.
    “ What is it earthman ?” a sked the voice.
    “ I was just wondering if you might fill me in a little .”
    “ Fill you in ,” queried the voice , “ with what exactly would you like to be filled ?”
    “ No, you see, what I mean is.. .”
    “ Yes .”
    “ Where am I? I'm I dead? If I am, then who do I speak to about reincarnation? What do you mean “ annihilate your world ” ? Why the heron? And Mummy, will you wake me up when we get