Tuesday August 8, 2000
Book 1: The Tub of Happiness — Diplomatic Pouch of Doom


Tagon: I sent Brad and Schlock out with the shuttle to deliver the ambassador.
Breya: I feel much safer now that he's not a walking bomb anymore.
Breya: Did the doctor ever find the ambassador's arm?
Tagon: No, he didn't. It's probably lying around in a lab somewhere.
Tagon: You don't think his arm is still a live explosive, do you?
Breya: Shall we continue this conversation in an escape pod?
Der Trihs: Wow, a whole hypernet site devoted to rude gestures!
Ennesby: And I even have a spare arm to play with so you don't have to get yours dirty.