Saturday January 3, 2004
Book 4: The Blackness Between — Part IV: A Little First Contact


Ennesby: Kerchak, I'm gonna bring the tanks back. Do you want me to pick up the pile of uniforms?
Kerchak: No, not really.
Kerchak: It feels pretty good to be naked. I don't want to go back.
Kerchak: I was uncomfortable for the first couple of hours, but now forty thousand years of naked ancestors are singing in my DNA, relaxing me.
Ennesby: Yo, doc! We need a monkey-shrink over here, stat!
Kerchak: See? In an itchy uniform, that would have made me really really angry.