The Liberator Crew Go Shopping by Peter Borg

View of the Liberator hovering above the car park outside Safeway's. Cut to Tarrant at the pilot's position.
TARRANT:
Zen, put her down next to that Ford Orion will you?
ZEN:
Information: The Toyota took the space before I could get there. Advise manual control for this manoeuvre.
TARRANT:
Always the way, some dork in a flash car thinks he owns the car park.
AVON:
Just park the thing, will you?
TARRANT:
Ok, ok ... There, that should do.
VILA:
But you're taking up two spaces!
TARRANT:
So, we're less likely to get scratched! Anyway, if I park in one space, there's not enough room to get out of the hatch.
CALLY:
Come on! The shop shuts in half an hour!

Cut to Tarrant, Dayna, and Cally, with Avon carrying Orac, walking towards the trolley park. Vila can be seen running after them in the background.
AVON:
Come on Vila! Get a move on!
VILA:
Sorry (gives weak smile), the central locking was playing up.

Dayna reaches for a trolley, but Tarrant barges past her.

TARRANT:
I want to push the trolley after all, I am the pilot.
DAYNA:
Well, excuse me! No need to push!

Avon puts Orac on the rack below the main basket, and inserts the key.

ORAC:
I do not find this mode of transport particularly suitable to my needs, as I can effect no control over it. Please find something more suitable.
AVON:
Sorry, Orac, but that's all there is.
VILA:
Did you have to bring that thing?
AVON:
Who else is going to keep track of the budget? Anyway, I have programmed him with this month's shopping list.
ORAC:
Which I consider to be a blatant misuse of my circuits. Even the housekeeping budget is far too simple for my abilities.
AVON:
Well now, I'm sure I could redesign you as a electronic personal organiser.
Silence from Orac. Avon smiles, and enters the shop. The others follow.


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