Thursday December 7, 2006
Book 8: The Sharp End of the Stick — Part III: Out of the Frying Pan...


Narrator: Commander Kevyn Andreyasn awakes in a strange place. . .
Kevyn: Unnh. . . Hey. Where am I?
Kevyn: Yike! And where'd my butt-flap go?
Commodore Shufgar: Your primitive garb had gone. . . Funky. My troops pitched it out the lock after they rescued you.
Kevyn: Well, it might have been funky, but at least when I had it I wasn't naked.
Commodore Shufgar: You'd rather wear a mite-infestation than display your genitals?
Kevyn: You furry types, always afraid of a few little bugs.