Wednesday December 24, 2003
Voyt:Has it perhaps occurred to you that you've gone to an enormous amount of trouble to protect the part of you that keeps getting the rest of you hurt?
Der Trihs:Oh, it was no trouble.
Der Trihs:Our old Doc was great. Took care of everything. You know, he made this one cryokit into a portable cloning machine. Totally saved our skins with that. He was a genius.
Der Trihs:Unlike our new Doc. I mean she's pretty, but I don't think she knows what the leg-bone is attached to, if you catch my drift.
Bunni:It attaches to the foot, which doesn't belong in the mouth.
Voyt:Maybe we can dislodge it if we shake his jar.