Saturday 9 July 2005

Narrator: Director Ik'p'd'P'sloon, destined to be mind-ripped, has escaped.

Director P'sloon: (thinking) Stupid upstarts.

Director P'sloon: (thinking) They'll have to want to mind-rip me. It'll never work, but I'd rather not die just now.

Director P'sloon: (thinking) 4,000 years is barely long enough to get a good bloodline started.

Director P'sloon: (thinking) Sometimes I wonder if protecting these juvenile oafs from Paan'uri rule was really worth all the trouble.

Petey: Perfect. The simulation has him thinking along the right lines, now.

Captain Kevyn: You know, I was expecting more blood.

Narrator: Or at least he thinks that he has escaped. . .