Wednesday December 6, 2006
Book 8: The Sharp End of the Stick
Part III: Out of the Frying Pan...


Kengarff:We've been flying over this charred forest all day.

I don't know the first thing about forest fires. I have no idea what we should be looking for.

Kengarff:"Oh, look. Someone threw this lightning cloud in the dumpster, and one bolt is missing."
Teff:How about "Oh, look. Naked, pink human lying in a ditch. Let's blame him for the fire?"
Kengarff:"You left your DNA in that storm-cloud, punk. You're going down."