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As a good Alpha male dominator of the species, Peter did what only a man can do, stop making noise with gum and obey.

"I do it because I want to.”

Corinne did not keep her promise to fix the camera in ten minutes. It took her more than thirty. And Peter's dissimulated anger was on the rise.

“What took you so long?” Peter whistled.

I had to clean up the gamma-wave polarizer to remove some of the interference from the residual strontium in the environment. That took me about two minutes. Then I had to touch up my nails, which took me another twenty-eight minutes.

In an attempt at frustration, Peter threw the gum on the floor.

“I wouldn't throw the gum on the floor, it's a strange element. You can look for problems with the WFSP.”

This last sentence modified Peter's face.

“And who's going to tell the federation of foreign particles? It's just you and me in this shitty valley.”

“I wouldn't overestimate the World Federation Strange Particles. But it’s up to you.”

“Fuck the particle federation.”