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GROT CLUSTERS ENVIRONMENTS & OTHER PLEASURES
I Want My Grot Clusters [Part-1]
How a 282-year-old Man with All Original Parts Gets By/Or…
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Grot Clusters is a borrowed name from The Firesign Theater’s album “Don’t Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers” circa 1970.
My supply of Grot Clusters was — holy crap, empty.
Freaking great-great-great grandkids again.
The holo-space resurrected itself for an incoming call.
“You’re a fresh-faced-right-off-the-rocket-newbee, aren’t you?”
The young face flickered and sputtered in the holo-space before the images stabilized.
“Yes, that’s right. I’m finishing my orientation for third-year graduate school,” the young woman said. “How did-did did-you-know?” she asked with a sheepish stutter.
“When you been around as long as me with no artificial parts and all that other crap, then you get to know a few things.” I paused for some water. “And everything still works,” I cackled.
Jeezus, a poor ass excuse for flirting, if you could call it that.