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|  | | Hal Spacejock
An incompetent, accident-prone pilot is given one last chance to save his ship. An ageing robot is trusted with a midnight landing in a deserted field. And a desperate businessman is prepared to sacrifice both of them to get what he wants...
Combining relentless action with non-stop laughs, Hal Spacejock explodes onto the science fiction scene with the subtlety of a meteor strike and the hushed reverence of a used car salesman.
Hal glanced round at the fugitives, then jerked his thumb at the taller, bronze robot. 'You can be Clyde, and he can be Albion.'
'I think that's Bonnie,' said the shorter robot, in a deep voice.
Hal looked pleased. 'I'm glad you like it. My name's Hal, by the way. Hal Spacejock.' | |  | | Hal Spacejock Just Desserts
A mysterious sealed crate, a pair of shady mercenaries with more guns than brain cells and the amnesiac robot which may or may not be on a secret mission ... Only interstellar ignoramus Hal Spacejock and the unflappable Clunk could turn a straightforward cargo delivery into space opera with clowns.
Three simmering planets, two cocky spacemen and one huge mess: Just Desserts, for your pleasure.
As they approached the counter Hal pointed out a display of oil cans. 'You could use one of those.'
'What for? I'm a sealed unit.'
'I was thinking about the ship,' said Hal. 'You could give my chair a squirt for a start.'
'Is that so,' said Clunk flatly.
'Yeah, it's got a squeak. And the cargo hold door's a little stiff.'
'I'll tell you what else we can do with an oilcan,' said Clunk, reaching for the biggest model. 'If you'll just —' | |  | | Hal Spacejock Second Course
A beautiful and mysterious female passenger, a loony inventor with a basement full of deadly weapons, and a dangerous run-down teleporter built by a long-lost alien civilisation ... these are just some of the challenges facing Hal Spacejock and his metal sidekick Clunk as they fight for survival in the cut-throat interstellar cargo business.
Featuring the incompetent Hal and the longsuffering Clunk, Second Course serves a piping hot dish of interplanetary chaos stuffed with more laughs than a cracker factory and more action than a politician's expense account.
The copter began to spin in the opposite direction, faster and faster until sky and ground were just a blur. Hal heard Clunk cry out, but was too busy mashing the pedals and yanking the stick to all points of the compass to take in any instructions.
Somehow, by pressing and pulling everything in reach, he managed to get the copter level. He looked round to give Clunk a comforting wink, then stared in astonishment. The co-pilot seat was empty. |
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