Thursday December 7, 2006
Book 8: The Sharp End of the Stick
Part III: Out of the Frying Pan...


Narrator:Commander Kevyn Andreyasn awakes in a strange place. . .
Kevyn:Unnh. . . Hey. Where am I?
Kevyn:Yike! And where'd my butt-flap go?
Commodore Shufgar:Your primitive garb had gone. . . Funky. My troops pitched it out the lock after they rescued you.
Kevyn:Well, it might have been funky, but at least when I had it I wasn't naked.
Commodore Shufgar:You'd rather wear a mite-infestation than display your genitals?
Kevyn:You furry types, always afraid of a few little bugs.