Tuesday July 29, 2003
Book 3: Under New Management
Part III: Board of Accidental Tourism


Tagon:Ennesby, terminate the connection, now.
Ennesby:Already done, sir.
Tagon:Let me see if I understand this... The sail-ship is being piloted by robots who cast off their organic creators, froze them, and shipped them off somewhere at sublight speeds.
Ennesby:That about sums it up. Not pretty.
Tagon:Can anyone tell me why I shouldn't give the order to detonate terapedo 42, and blast these robots down the throat and back out the sphincter of oblivion?
Ennesby:I don't know. Maybe because they're so disgusting that it's interesting?
Tagon:"Travel the galaxy, meet new and interesting life-forms, and then kill them." It says that right in our charter.
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