Re: Ye Olde Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong\'s Head Cantina
Thankful for his prior preparations, Gil turns off the Holo-Projector on his watch, and and continues with his "special" electrical modifications to the Cantina's urinals. Knowing that ALL cats must squat to releive themselves, he grins a smile observers of it might call evil.
He checks with the flat-bed's AI, sees all systems are fine- the new screens held- and codes the next orders. From the distance Gil hears the three marching bands are right on time. Souza tunes converging on the Cantina from three directions; that ought to "please" those Anglophiles!
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If he'd reached it all kinds of hell would have broken loose, Haine's men would have hypoed me, and I would have regained consciousness a piece at a time, in Haine's organ-storage tanks. So I strangled him. -Death By Ecstasy-Larry Niven
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