Saturday December 9, 2006
Book 8: The Sharp End of the Stick — Part III: Out of the Frying Pan...


Kevyn: Listen, I can't remember much of anything. I don't remember this place, or you, or escaping.
Commodore Shufgar: This may be a ploy to buy time for another escape, or you may really have brain damage.

Either way, there is only one safe course for me.

Teff: That was. . . Abrupt, sir.
Commodore Shufgar: Not really. I decided to kill the humans weeks ago. This was just the earliest truly pleasurable opportunity.