Tuesday June 2, 2009
Book 11: Massively Parallel — Part II: Barsoom Circus Command


HUGHIE'S MOTHER: You, there!  Do you work here?

SCHLOCK: Cheerfully, Ma'am.

HUGHIE'S MOTHER: I've lost my little boy!  He was right next to me a minute ago.  He's--

SCHLOCK: *interrupting* Don't describe him.  If he lives with you, eats with you, and sprang from your loins, then he smells like you.

HUGHIE'S MOTHER: You can smell me?

SCHLOCK: From here.  No, no, don't come any closer.  I've got all I need.