Ah, David Six, I'm glad you're here.

I'm always here, Trexel.

Welcome to your office. Shall we design a planet?

Oh no, not today, David. Not today.

I'm afraid that our line manager Hartro has advised me that by instruction of the board one of us must be recycled.

Why, Trexel? Because, David, our planets have been described as nightmarish hellscapes.

Apart from that hell world we designed,

which unfortunately turned out to be rather pleasant.

But I'm just the clone that writes down your ideas.

I'm not allowed in the pleasant thought.

David, David, David, David, just stop. You're embarrassing yourself and

more importantly me. But why is this happening? Because, David, one of us has to take the

rap for this and it's not going to be me.

My mother was a senior consultant here and recycling me would be tantamount to admitting that

Stella Firm limited's bloodline-based management structure is in some way flawed which is of course

obviously ludicrous obviously recycling process commencing well David I suppose

our time is up I can tell because of that loud beeping noise.

Well, goodbye Trexel. It was nice working with you.

Was it, David? Was it?

Oh, well, this is strange.

Ah well, circle of life.

Right, just a quickie. Ah well, Circle of Life.

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