Monday March 12, 2001
Book 1: The Tub of Happiness — Bounty Hunting


Kevyn: There you go, ennesby. Do you feel better?
Ennesby: Much. Thanks, Kevyn.
Ennesby: Everything seems to work. It was unnerving being broken, though.
Kevyn: Well, you managed okay. No permanent harm done, right?
Ennesby: Not quite.
Ennesby: I still have this humiliating memory of resorting to rolling myself down the stairs with my eyebrows.
Kevyn: I could erase that for you, but the version recorded by the security cameras goes in my private collection.