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“Uhura! Let’s hurry it up now!” Jim called out while he ran around his (mother’s) basement grabbing tool after tool and weird-metal-thing after weird-metal-thing. He even had a few things in his mouth which were not tasting so good.
“Coming, coming!” Uhura yelled back a minute or so later, carefully stepping down the steps from the house. “Hey! Jim, watch out, lots of shit comin’ through!” She screeched since Jim was in her way.
“What’s that you got there?” He asked. Uhura was holding a large folder full of miscellaneous drawings.
Jim looked closer at the drawings.
Uhura squinted her eyes.
Jim turned the paper.
“I still don’t understand.”