Sunday September 9, 2007

Book 9: The Body Politic
Part II: Royal Flush


Narrator:Medical lab, aboard the Touch-And-Go.
Captain Tagon:How's our cloned fat-man coming, Doctor?
Doctor Bunnigus:Sorry. I. . . um. . . I got distracted examining the Sergeant. I haven't started cooking the clone yet.
Captain Tagon:Eeew. "Cooking?"
Doctor Bunnigus:Jargon, sir.
Captain Tagon:Well, okay. Quit goofing off and start cooking up Xinchub's jargon, whatever that is.
Doctor Bunnigus:Right.
Captain Tagon:Kevyn, we need a containment system for Xinchub's coffin. Those blood-nannies make me nervous.
Kevyn:I'm way ahead of you, Tagon. Meet me in the lab and be thrilled and amazed by my foresight and brilliance.
Captain Tagon:Right now I'd settle for "people doing what they're supposed to be doing."
Kevyn:Thrilled and amazed, I tell you. Foresight and brilliance.
Kevyn:Here is your containment system. As you can see, I made two.
Captain Tagon:That one has a coffin in it.
Kevyn:I fabbed a duplicate of Xinchub's coffin, based on a few hours of deep imagery from Ebbirnoth's helmet cam.
Captain Tagon:I'm still waiting for the part where I'm. . .
Captain Tagon:Amazed?
Kevyn:Teraport cages. We swap coffins in plain sight.
Captain Tagon:Will it work when it's full of Xinchub's jargon?
Kevyn:Please stop trying to use new words. You're ruining my moment.