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"Carbon Creek" Line-by-Line

Stron: Better to leave them with a mystery than with three living aliens.
 
(So they steal clothes off a line. T'Mir changes behind a sheet.)
T'MIR: We're here to find food, nothing else. We'll keep contact with the humans to an absolute minimum. If we must interact with them I will speak.
 
(So they steal clothes off a line. T'Mir changes behind a sheet.)
T'MIR: We're here to find food, nothing else. We'll keep contact with the humans to an absolute minimum. If we must interact with them I will speak.
(She comes out from behind the sheet trying to do up a dress.)
T'MIR: What is it?

MESTRAL: I believe you have that garment on backwards.
 
(They walk along the main street. Mistral has a woolly hat pulled down over his ears and T'Mir has found a pair of shoes from somewhere too. They see a group of men getting off a bus.)
T'MIR: Prisoners?
 
T'MIR: It's hard to believe these people were capable of launching an artificial satellite.
 
Announcer on the radio: And he gets the sigh, and here's the pitch. Dixon hits a scorcher down the right field line. The first baseman takes a stab at it, but no! Ellis is charging hard from right field. He scoops it up and fires. It's going to be close. There's a collision at the plate, but Wilcox hangs on to the ball and Thompson is out!
 
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