Sunday September 9, 2007
Book 9: The Body Politic — Part II: Royal Flush
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Narrator: Medical lab, aboard the Touch-And-Go.
Captain Tagon: How's our cloned fat-man coming, Doctor?
Doctor Bunnigus: Sorry. I. . . um. . . I got distracted examining the Sergeant. I haven't started cooking the clone yet.
Captain Tagon: Eeew. "Cooking?"
Doctor Bunnigus: Jargon, sir.
Captain Tagon: Well, okay. Quit goofing off and start cooking up Xinchub's jargon, whatever that is.
Doctor Bunnigus: Right.
Captain Tagon: Kevyn, we need a containment system for Xinchub's coffin. Those blood-nannies make me nervous.
Kevyn: I'm way ahead of you, Tagon. Meet me in the lab and be thrilled and amazed by my foresight and brilliance.
Captain Tagon: Right now I'd settle for "people doing what they're supposed to be doing."
Kevyn: Thrilled and amazed, I tell you. Foresight and brilliance.
Kevyn: Here is your containment system. As you can see, I made two.
Captain Tagon: That one has a coffin in it.
Kevyn: I fabbed a duplicate of Xinchub's coffin, based on a few hours of deep imagery from Ebbirnoth's helmet cam.
Captain Tagon: I'm still waiting for the part where I'm. . .
Captain Tagon: Amazed?
Kevyn: Teraport cages. We swap coffins in plain sight.
Captain Tagon: Will it work when it's full of Xinchub's jargon?
Kevyn: Please stop trying to use new words. You're ruining my moment.