Saturday February 25, 2006
Tagon:Lieutenant, this job is going to be a big one. I need to pull you from medical leave.
Elf:Sir. . . I'd love that. I feel good.
Tagon:I thought as much. You look good.
Tagon:Err. . . Not the new body.
Tagon:I mean, it looks good too.
Tagon:You look like you'd feel good. No, I mean you look like you do feel good. But not feel feel. You just
Elf:I know what you're trying to say, sir.
Tagon:Well, at least one of us does.
Elf:And it feels good.