Sunday September 23, 2007

Book 9: The Body Politic
Part II: Royal Flush


Narrator:Medibay Two, aboard the Touch-And-Go. . .
Elf:Doc, can I have a word with you?
Doctor Bunnigus:Can it wait? We just teraported the real dead-Xinchub, and I need to make sure these seals are nice and hermetic.
Elf:Actually, no. It can't wait.
Elf:He's been unconscious for eight hours.
Elf:He should have been running that body-swap, not sleeping through it!
Doctor Bunnigus:Elf, he oh-dee'd on alcohol.
Elf:That's impossible. He may not have super-nannies anymore, but he's still boosted.
Doctor Bunnigus:There are ways around that. He used a carbonated chaser, and threw back his drinks in very quick succession.
Doctor Bunnigus:I administered 25ccs of Sober-Somn, enabling him to sleep off his binge with no ill effects.
Elf:So you did drug him!
Doctor Bunnigus:Yes, I did. And in about fifteen minutes he will awaken fresh and invigorated, but with very little memory of last night.
Doctor Bunnigus:If you're dressed appropriately at his side, he will probably be very "glad to see you," if you know what I mean.
Doctor Bunnigus:Angry to amorous in ten seconds flat. I should be a therapist.