Saturday February 25, 2006
Book 7: Emperor Pius Dei — Part V: Glamour Assault


Tagon: Lieutenant, this job is going to be a big one. I need to pull you from medical leave.
Elf: Sir. . . I'd love that. I feel good.
Tagon: I thought as much. You look good.
Tagon: Err. . . Not the new body.
Elf: Sir?
Tagon: I mean, it looks good too.
Tagon: You look like you'd feel good. No, I mean you look like you do feel good. But not feel feel. You just
Elf: I know what you're trying to say, sir.
Tagon: Well, at least one of us does.
Elf: And it feels good.