Gnome Away From Home.md
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Uh oh. He didn't even have a working radio, much less a registered flightplan. He poked his head into the bedroom and looked out the window. The UNISOL planeship kept pace, hovering right on top of him. Yikes that's big. Marzelvane's ship was beginning to come apart. Roof tiles were slipping off into the magical/psionic void, sparkling colorfully as the rules of the planescape vied for dominance.
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-"UNIDENTIFIED PLANESHIP, UNISOL. HALT YOUR ENGINES."
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+"UNIDENTIFIED PLANESHIP, UNISOL. HALT YOUR ENGINES AND SUBMIT FOR INSPECTION."
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No. Absolutely not. It had taken him years to scrounge up the materials, even with Thur'rip's help. It was time to show these suits some gnomish cunning.
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