The Idiot’s Guide To Illegal Tech Repair 10
Dex: “You can’t be serious, You use that thing
For more than just a paperweight?”
Pandora: “I’m telling you Dex, with the Adams Codex,
The system is really great!”
Dex: “What in the world are you smoking girl?
Jefferson’s a piece of junk!”
And as they were saying this, The Gryvian troop,
Around their perimeter slunk.
He headed straight to the command center,
But he needed a passcode.
A magnetic card or signature was needed.
To make the security system erode.
But that was no problem for this crafty troop.
He had everything planned.
He reached into his utility pocket,
And pulled out Coolidge’s hand.
He put the metal palm against the reader,
And soon he was let inside.
Lockdown he immediately initiated,
Then he beamed with pride.
He turned on all bands of communication,
And blasted his image to the sky.
Gryvian Troop: “Here are my coordinates my liege!
Make my captors fry!”
Amanda saw this signal broadcasted,
Across the monitors in her space.
She ran to the airlock for the dock where their ship,
Was Anchored to Coolidge’s base.
The door would not budge an inch,
And Amanda had a conniption.
She tugged at her hair, as her eyes bulged.
Amanda: “This mess defies description…”
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