Wednesday December 6, 2006
Book 8: The Sharp End of the Stick — Part III: Out of the Frying Pan...
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Kengarff: We've been flying over this charred forest all day.

I don't know the first thing about forest fires. I have no idea what we should be looking for.
Kengarff: "Oh, look. Someone threw this lightning cloud in the dumpster, and one bolt is missing."
Teff: How about "Oh, look. Naked, pink human lying in a ditch. Let's blame him for the fire?"
Kengarff: "You left your DNA in that storm-cloud, punk. You're going down."