THE ACTOR'S NIGHTMARE
"Who am I this time?" Servalan asked, as Jarriere
brought in the silver tray containing her plunge-pot
of espresso and soft-boiled egg.
"Errr...Krantor, ma'am," Jarriere said. "And,
woman, I am Jarvik!" he said, launching himself
at her. "You are beautiful!"
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Just my luck it WOULD be Tufty, Jenna thought.
Well, it's not so bad. At least I know how to pilot
this crate.
"I'm sure that vulpine degenerate would enjoy
that, but you can forget it," Servalan/Krantor
told Jarriere/Jarvik.
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Vila picked up the eyepatch in his left hand,
remembered, put it down, and put it on with his
right. "I'll get you, Blake," he bellowed, running
down the corridor to the flight deck.
"Whoever's being me doesn't have to be on
the ship, you know," Blake squeaked with a Piri-esque
simper. "It could be any bit player on any one
of thousands of worlds..."
-(Y)