Friday July 28, 2000
Book 1: The Tub of Happiness
Diplomatic Pouch of Doom


Schlock:Breya, the Creeth Ambassador smells wrong.
Breya:Wrong how?
Schlock:He smells like he's burning.
Breya:Burning what? Top secret documents? Twentieth-century nicotine-spiked cigarettes?
Schlock:No. Burning himself. He smells like lit cannon fuse in a honey-almond marinade.
Breya:Maybe he had the chili at lunch.
Schlock:Maybe the Creethlings are trying the old exploding ambassador trick.
Breya:Or maybe you had the chili at lunch.