Saturday January 3, 2004
Book 4: The Blackness Between
Part IV: A Little First Contact


Ennesby:Kerchak, I'm gonna bring the tanks back. Do you want me to pick up the pile of uniforms?
Kerchak:No, not really.
Kerchak:It feels pretty good to be naked. I don't want to go back.
Kerchak:I was uncomfortable for the first couple of hours, but now forty thousand years of naked ancestors are singing in my DNA, relaxing me.
Ennesby:Yo, doc! We need a monkey-shrink over here, stat!
Kerchak:See? In an itchy uniform, that would have made me really really angry.