turned, standing close enough to touch. Which I did, tapping him on
That nickname is classified and will be stricken from the records,
soon as I knew. Sorry . . .
Jim, and very soon you will find out why. Your companions will, I am
Imp of Satan . . . work of the devil . . . I warned them, but they
out. So work hard and see if you can dig up enough energy to tell me
Sheots, I said. The mutant cross between sheep and goats that they
Steengo spoke for all of us.
our dogtrotting terminal that was almost out of sight. Come back
comes as no surprise to us all. Yet still, there is something fine