Friday December 6, 2013
Book 14: Broken Wind — Part III: Exhalation and Exit Strategies


ELF: Even hidden behind your glasses, I know that look.

ELF: You're trying to figure out how much of the volume in these cylinders is not, in fact, gold, because they only weigh half a ton each.

What you should be doing is clearing a path to the missile rack, so my armor and I can stop hauling fifteen hundred kilos of mystery around the lab.

KEVYN: Courtesy before science?  That's madness.

ELF: Madness that gets to share a bed, yes.