Friday December 21, 2007
Book 9: The Body Politic — Part V: Collecting


Narrator: Aboard the Touch-And-Go. . .
Kevyn: What was that crunch?
Pibald: Sounded like ramming, sir.
Kevyn: Ridiculous. Tagon said we'd been paid and it's time to celebrate.
Kevyn: Oh, hey, new bulkhead.
Pibald: I'm not allowed to blow up my lab, but when the Captain throws a party he's allowed to crash the ship?

I'm gonna need to start medicating again.