I was tickled to get a police band mission last night to rescue a woman named “Betty Jo Bialovski” (though the newspaper called her “Nancy”) from the CoT, who had presumably kidnapped her because she possessed the cursed gemstone, the “Third Eye of Danger.”
Mal (as I knew he would be) was greatly amused.
Fine stuff.
You can sit here in the waiting room, or wait here in the sitting room.
“I walked across Atlas Park and into a great, sandstone building.” (WHACK) “Ow, my nose …”