You know I’d like to thank you for the time and trouble in bringing this to my attention. Before you go, I would like to present you with one of my souvenir pens.
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What’s on your mind, boys? Time is money.
My name is H.G. Wells. I came here in a time machine of my own construction. I am pursuing Jack the Ripper, who escaped into the future in my machine.
Ooh! Morlocks. C.H.U.D.s. Mole people!
Trumpy, I told you to stay outside. Nobody must see you.
Power, I said! Power to walk into the gold vaults of the nations, into the secrets of kings, into the Holy of Holies; power to make multitudes run squealing in terror at the touch of my little invisible finger. Even the moon’s frightened of me, frightened to death! The whole world’s frightened to death!
That’s no moon…
I know there is free speech on the Moon: I wrote it into the charter myself.
The Moon is a harsh mistress.
He tasks me. He tasks me and I shall have him! I’ll chase him round the moons of Nibia and round the Antares Maelstrom and round perdition’s flames before I give him up!
Come on you two, let’s go, we’re headed for the mountains!
So you just figured you’d come here, to the most hostile environment known to men, with no training of any kind, and see how it went? What was going through your head?
The first thing I was supposed to do when I met you was try to kill you.
Are you familiar with Asimov’s Laws of Robotics?
Crush, kill, destroy!
First, may we destroy you a beverage of some sort?
The best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.
You’re quite fit you know? Have you got a boyfriend?
Do you want to come and play with me? For someone like you I charge nothing. You’re very pretty, Pretty-Pretty.