“explained Nicola. “A squadron!” interjected Shimlara. “A squadron ready for battle!” “Oh goodness,” said Mully faintly. “I need chocolate to hear this.” She gave the Telepathy Chef a desperate look and pressed the button, and an oversize bar of chocolate popped straight out. Mully took an enormous bite and gestured for Nicola to begin. “We’ll be called the Earthling Squadron—except that’s no good, because Shimlara’s not an Earthling. Okay, we’ll be the Space Squad. No, no, we’ll be the Space Br...igade! That sounds better.” Space Brigade. Just saying the words made Nicola feel resourceful and capable. Georgio blinked rapidly. “Okay, okay, I see your strategy. Many hands make light work, as they say. Of course, they also say too many cooks spoil the broth, but you’re not making broth, are you? That is, I assume you’re not . . . So how many Earthlings do you need me to pick up for this Space Brigade of yours? One hundred? Two hundred? A few squillion?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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