Friday March 6, 2009
Book 11: Massively Parallel — Prologue: Meanwhile, at the Galactic Core
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Petey: General Kerchak, I have a job for you.
Kerchak: I'm retired, Petey. I emigrated so I could retire.
Petey: You emigrated because I promised to make you a General, and put more brass up there on your shoulders.
Kerchak: Why would I want brass on my shoulders? I'm covered with fur. I want naked time.
Petey: General, I need your help with something important. It is. . . personal.
Kerchak: Say "please,"

And break me off another banana.