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Dead Travis Sketch

By Neil Faulkner
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SCENE: Space Command headquarters, shortly after the Andromedan War. The Inhuman Resources department.

SERVALAN: I wish to register a complaint!

IR MANAGER (short weasely fellow with unruly shock of hair and distinct Scottish accent): Er, yes, madam ... er .. what do you want to complain about?

SERVALAN: I wish to complain about this Travis, that I acquired but a few episodes ago from this very department.

IR MANAGER: Oh aye, the ... er ... one-eyed black, was it no? And, er, what seems to wrong with it?

SERVALAN: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, feeble minion. It's dead, that's what's wrong with it.

IR MANAGER: Och no! It's no deid, it's just, er, pining for the mutoids...


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