Friday March 6, 2009
Book 11: Massively Parallel
Prologue: Meanwhile, at the Galactic Core


Petey:General Kerchak, I have a job for you.
Kerchak:I'm retired, Petey. I emigrated so I could retire.
Petey:You emigrated because I promised to make you a General, and put more brass up there on your shoulders.
Kerchak:Why would I want brass on my shoulders? I'm covered with fur. I want naked time.
Petey:General, I need your help with something important. It is. . . personal.
Kerchak:Say "please,"

And break me off another banana.