Sunday December 28, 2003

Book 4: The Blackness Between
Part IV: A Little First Contact


Narrator:A Doctor/patient privileged discussion is currently in progress. Sensitive stuff. . .
Elf:Bunni, the U.N.S. Doc told me the overdose was a false alarm.
Bunni:. . . Only because he had no way of knowing that you and most of the rest of Tagon's human troops have been boosted illegally.
Elf:Yeah, Schlock said the Doc will keep quiet about that.
Narrator:You know, we really shouldn't be listening.
Bunni:That's good to hear, but that's not the point.
Elf:Fine. Make your point already.
Bunni:Elf, you're addicted to some pretty powerful stimulants.
Bunni:You've been resorting to drug abuse instead of coping with grief the way humans are supposed to. Your metabolism has protected you from physical damage, but you're crippling yourself emotionally.
Elf:I'm not addicted.
Bunni:Don't you dare try and tell me you can quit anytime you want.
Elf:And I'm not crippled.
Schlock:Not with those boots, you're not.
Schlock:Did I come at a bad time?
Elf:See? Not crippled. I can do "angry."
Bunni:With much kicking.