Origin of the Feces

[angstclot]

"Well," said Lester, the nervousness draining out of him as his professional mind took over. "If you don't mind, I'd like to have you sit by the window over here instead of behind your desk, it will help raise your likability percentage with the viewers. Plus, the view overlooking the biosphere would be much easier on the eyes than just a wall."

"Fair e'nuff" Banger replied. "As a matter of fact, I've never been interviewed before and not really all that comfortable with it, I say we get out of here and talk on the move. The others can locate us on the neural-net and meet up with us as they like."

After a moments thought of logistics and production value, Lester agrees to the offer with professional cool, but inside, is doing his happy dance. "I think that will be fine, then. I'd like to start the interview in the Woodlands Cavern. I've always heard about it but I've nev--"

"--Neither you, nor your cameras are allowed into the southern cavern." interrupted Grim; his tone final. He moves to the door and holds it open for his guest. "C'mon now, off we go."