Tuesday November 28, 2000
Book 1: The Tub of Happiness — The Shopping Trip


Breya: Tagon, I'm sorry I hit you, but this really was the last straw.
Breya: First, you impulsively enlisted our doctor based on cup-size, then you saddled us with a reverend based on the fact that he was the only applicant, and then you... you.. hormonally selected this ogle-magnet for my armor.
Breya: Anyway, I'm sorry I hit you, but it wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for your poor implse control.
Tagon: Can I say something here about irony, or pots and kettles perhaps?
Breya: Not unless you want me to hit you again.
Bunni: "Cup size?"