Tuesday August 14, 2007
Book 9: The Body Politic
Part II: Royal Flush


Narrator:Personnel lift, ground floor, palace garden access. . .
Schlock:We're going up to the ship.
Elf:Of course we are. Sergeant Ebbirnoth has command of the security team, now.
Schlock:The Touch-and-Go. You know 'what ship.'
Elf:Sergeant Schlock, are you talking to me?
Schlock:You've got nice legs. If you want to go back downstairs, take your own self back and quit yelling in my brain.
Elf:Because if you are, I'm not sure I like your tone.