[General Woundwort]

Several droids have finished setting up a large circular metal projector in the sidewalk outside the Phong's Head. Soon afterward, a shimmering statue appears in the middle of the circle - a larger-than-life size hologram of a snazzily dressed, ferocious looking felinoid.

"That's that. Any word from Deadstar?"

"No sir. We know the courier bot got there and delivered the message, but we lost its transponder signal soon afterward."

Woundwort smiles. "I thought that might happen. I'm actually amazed it Lasted as long as it did. Well, I've done my bit."

The foreman droid looks up at Woundwort in confusion. "Normally you go on errands like that yourself... why waste a bot (even a cheap one like that) on such a triviality?"

[pause] "...because I hate the smell of fried calamari."

"Sir...?"

Another wry smile. "Forget about it."

[ July 15, 2003, 18:54: Message edited by: General Woundwort ]