To: Junior
LBB had claimed to Slim that the leader of the Vaticani was still a Morton, but that his words had been mistranslated to show otherwise. Slim knew not to trust LBB on anything.
To: VadeRetro; Junior
Slim also was growing concerned about the bad case of fleas he had picked up from that feline bartender back at the Crosstime Saloon. All he had in his first-aid kit was some WD-40, which wasn't doing him much good; somehow he had left his can of Raid at home. Ah well, he thought, those are the perils of interstellar relations.
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