Zippo whacked a morlock with his cricket bat. “Oi! They’s angry, Lov!”
Snapping on goggles, Tessie started her invention. “No time to squander!”
Abandoning Victorian sensibilities, she kissed her mohawked, post-apocalyptic punk. “Next stop, 1889!”
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