Sunday June 17, 2007
Book 9: The Body Politic — Part I: King for a Day


Narrator: The Prandial Palace, Yoming. . .
Xinchub: Petey sent us a package.
Jevee Ceeta: Oh?
Xinchub: It's a new showerhead, and it is very soothing. So soothing, in fact, that I think you and I should try it out together.
Jevee Ceeta: Remember back in our cells, when I said "Not if you were the only human being on the planet?"
Xinchub: I'm not suggesting congress. I'm suggesting an alternate form of intercourse.
Jevee Ceeta: And I'm suggesting that even though you are the only human being on the planet, I am not showering with you.
Xinchub: Perhaps not willingly.
Jevee Ceeta: URK
Xinchub: What's the matter? Are you surprised that I am boosted past your own illegal threshold?
Xinchub: Or are you under the gross self-delusion that I find your unnatural blueness so irresistible that I would try to force myself on you?

Now. . . You may speak freely.

Jevee Ceeta: You loathsome, repulsive, fat monster. How dare you treat me this way?
Xinchub: I dare because the new showerhead ensures that nobody can hear us during conversational intercourse here in the bathroom.