The Lost Goats, 52
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avevale_intelligencer"You realise, of course," Zander said, "that this means war."
"Oh, surely not," cooed Definitely-Not-A-Cameo-Role Jenny, smiling lazily and covering Zander with a familiar-looking gun. Behind her on the smallship's flight deck, Pervilious Snood smirked.
"I don't suppose it would cut any ice if I told you he's a dangerous lunatic who wants to destroy the human race?"
"Every relationship is made up of give and take," Jenny said. "Yours and mine, for instance. You gave me that clever idea about getting into someone else's ship, and I'm going to take your coup files."
"And the hats?"
"Oh, never mind those. I've gone off the idea."
"Soren will be disappointed," Zander said. "If that's the word I'm groping for."
"Well, since the human race may be about to go collectively insane, I don't think there'll be much of an audience for our performances," Jenny explained. "On the other hand, as the only sane humanoids in the galaxy, we may even be able to retire."
"And leave show business? Shame on you." Zander considered. "You know it's all off, don't you? The Poppo madness is over. They found a cure."
"This is a big galaxy. We'll start again somewhere else," Snood declared.
"Or maybe try something else," Jenny added. "After all, we'll have lots of coups to choose from. And a tame Nyrond to translate and decode them for us."
Snood looked mulish, but said nothing.
"But for now," Jenny continued gaily, "you can take us back to Wuk."
"Where's your ship?"
"Taking part in the glorious liberation of Ridding-Goat, of course. As public-spirited citizens we could do no less. I admit I didn't know about your miraculous cure, but frankly I'm not overly bothered about the Poppo scheme. No--how can I put it?--style." Jenny reached up and stroked Snood's cheek. "There, there, darling. There are lots of ways of taking revenge."
"It's a dish with no food value, you know," Zander said.
"Well, a girl has to watch her figure." Jenny's finger tightened on the trigger of Snood's gun. "Lay in a course for Wuk. Now."
"Oh, surely not," cooed Definitely-Not-A-Cameo-Role Jenny, smiling lazily and covering Zander with a familiar-looking gun. Behind her on the smallship's flight deck, Pervilious Snood smirked.
"I don't suppose it would cut any ice if I told you he's a dangerous lunatic who wants to destroy the human race?"
"Every relationship is made up of give and take," Jenny said. "Yours and mine, for instance. You gave me that clever idea about getting into someone else's ship, and I'm going to take your coup files."
"And the hats?"
"Oh, never mind those. I've gone off the idea."
"Soren will be disappointed," Zander said. "If that's the word I'm groping for."
"Well, since the human race may be about to go collectively insane, I don't think there'll be much of an audience for our performances," Jenny explained. "On the other hand, as the only sane humanoids in the galaxy, we may even be able to retire."
"And leave show business? Shame on you." Zander considered. "You know it's all off, don't you? The Poppo madness is over. They found a cure."
"This is a big galaxy. We'll start again somewhere else," Snood declared.
"Or maybe try something else," Jenny added. "After all, we'll have lots of coups to choose from. And a tame Nyrond to translate and decode them for us."
Snood looked mulish, but said nothing.
"But for now," Jenny continued gaily, "you can take us back to Wuk."
"Where's your ship?"
"Taking part in the glorious liberation of Ridding-Goat, of course. As public-spirited citizens we could do no less. I admit I didn't know about your miraculous cure, but frankly I'm not overly bothered about the Poppo scheme. No--how can I put it?--style." Jenny reached up and stroked Snood's cheek. "There, there, darling. There are lots of ways of taking revenge."
"It's a dish with no food value, you know," Zander said.
"Well, a girl has to watch her figure." Jenny's finger tightened on the trigger of Snood's gun. "Lay in a course for Wuk. Now."
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a sudden thought...
Date: 2012-08-05 04:13 am (UTC)---------------------
"Another habitable planet discovered. And we have the dubious honor of naming it. Let's call this one... Oh, hell, I've run totally out of names..... What the f**k."
"Got it."
"What the f**k?!"
"Exactly."
"What are you calling it?"
"What the F**k."
"That's what I said!"
"And that's what I put in the log. And in the report. Which I just finished and sent off while we were talking."
"What the f**k did you do that for?"
"That's what you said to call it."
"I did not!"
"Sure you did. Go back a minute in the autorecorder. Or just look, um... eleven paragraphs up the page."
(Pause.) "What ... the ... f**k."
"Exactly."