everyone seemed to enjoy. Steengo bowed graciously to acknowledge the
to death.
snapped into existence. I summoned up the holomap, glanced up at the
Why is a good question. The answer is that although I stand before
door is a drinking parlor by the name of Dust on Your Tonsils. I can
everyone is standing like they are frozen. Nothing moves-but nothing.
None other, he rumbled in a voice like distant thunder. Welcome
to dodge the swing of a fist.
Thanks folks, thanks much-youre a great audience. Now if you will
Then here we go. Packs on, weapons ready, fingers crossed. Forward!
debarkation station. Remain seated until you are ordered to rise.