And so I entered the world of the unexpected. No. The unexemplified. No. The unexploited. No. that's not it. And so I entered the world of the unexfiltrated. The unextrapolated. The unextended. The unexploded. The unexhibited. The unexfoliated? No! The unexposed! The unextricated. The unexacerbated? The unexterminated? The unexhumed? The unextenuated? The unexpleted? The unexecuted? And so I ...

Anyway, my time machine was perfected, and when the aliens (the unextradited?) returned to our planet, we knew that only one thing stood between them and complete mastery of the Earth: The unexpired. The unexported. The unexacted. I set about planning our defence. The unexpiated.

Back at the lab, Ford was concerned. "I tried to get you on channel alpha," he said, waving a communicator helplessly. "What happened?"

"No time to explain," I snapped. The unexternalized. "I've been busy. Time machines don't stand still. What's the gen on the aliens?"

"Bad. They've recalled their ambassador." The unexcised.

"How long will it take to go to extreme ops?" The unexcogitated.

Ford said: "There's no telling." The unexpostulated. "It's hard to get a sidelink just now, but I'd say—at least forty-eight hours. Actually, it's anyone's guess."

The unexcreted.

"Look," I said. "The unexpatriated—there's still time to turn everything around: the unextemporised."

"I hadn't thought of that."

"Yes. I've been working on a special project, Ford, and— "

"That toy! I thought I told you— "

"Yes, I know—I've been wasting valuable time on my own projects. But I promise you I can make it work." The unextinguished. "And I ... " The unexcerpted.

At that moment we were interrupted by a sensation of drama.

The unexteriorized.

The unexpleted.

The unexsanguinated. The unexhortated. The unexinoperated. The unexperorated.

I left the book unpurchased.