Tuesday August 14, 2007
Book 9: The Body Politic — Part II: Royal Flush


Narrator: Personnel lift, ground floor, palace garden access. . .
Schlock: We're going up to the ship.
Elf: Of course we are. Sergeant Ebbirnoth has command of the security team, now.
Schlock: The Touch-and-Go. You know 'what ship.'
Elf: Sergeant Schlock, are you talking to me?
Schlock: You've got nice legs. If you want to go back downstairs, take your own self back and quit yelling in my brain.
Elf: Because if you are, I'm not sure I like your tone.