Sunday 27 August 2006

Schlock: Hey Kevyn, you awake in there?

Petey: Don't tap on the glass, they hate that.

Kevyn: I'm alive?

Schlock: Yup. It was a close thing, though.

Schlock: I ripped your head off and shoved it in a nanny-bag, and we all took off running.

Kevyn: Nanny-bag? Where did you get one of those? All we had were flint flakes, spears, and stinky leather butt-flaps.

Petey: You're confusing your deaths, Commander.

Kevyn: Wait. . . I'm not being regenerated right now?

Petey: No, you're not. You are remembering the time you got regenerated aboard the Parrot's Dead.

I offered you soldier boosts and you declined. I've got all the latest ultra-classified Terran-specific body modifications on file.

Kevyn: So, if I'm not here where am I?

Petey: Lying on the forest floor, bleeding out, and wishing you'd taken me up on my offer.

Kevyn: Is it too late for me to -