Monday September 17, 2007
Book 9: The Body Politic — Part II: Royal Flush
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Ch'vorthq: Hello, Commander. What can I get you?
Kevyn: I need a hundred and seventy thousand milligrams of a solution of fifty percent alcohol, fifty percent carbonated chaser.
Ch'vorthq: Three Ethyl Popso shots, then. You trying to forget something?
Kevyn: Naked Xinchub clone, wetly full-frontal.
Ch'vorthq: You should ask the Doc for a "minute after" pill.
Kevyn: I just popped three. There was a tattoo.