Friday June 5, 2009
Book 11: Massively Parallel — Part II: Barsoom Circus Command


NARRATOR: Barsoom Circus security office...

ZYSK: I heard about what you did with your nose.  Nice.  I want you on my security team for sure.

SCHLOCK: I don't actually have a nose, but okay.  What do you want me smelling after?

ZYSK: Explosives.  Last month, somebody stole one of our clown-cannons, loaded it with Boomex, and killed one of the new guys.

ZYSK: Also, could you sniff around the concessions?  I think some of the mystery meat-sticks have gone from "mysteriously delicious" to "malicious."