Tuesday May 15, 2007
Book 8: The Sharp End of the Stick — Part VI: ...And Into The Fire


Kevyn: I'm pink again, and soft, and there's no targeting reticle everywhere I look.
Doctor Bunnigus: You're also legal again. Those blood nannies Petey gave you violated more Galactic conventions than a serial flasher in a Velcro fursuit.
Kevyn: You know, I can live without the memory of that particular metaphor.
Petey: I can arrange to have
Kevyn: But I'd prefer to live with it.