To: The Gaian Guard. Subject: I've got a great, big, bouncing baby bomb here.

[Enkidu]

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Ridrrs

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To: Gaian Guard. Atacama Cohort.
From: The person who is about to give you a gigantic WMD.
Subject: Bomb the church!

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“'You an I have a common problem, ya'?"


"No, mate, I don't enjoy harassing priests. Frick."


"Alright. We've got an Initiator Warhead and an Inductor warhead that has the names of every noncombatant non-volenteer who got roasted out in Bering. This is for them that had their freedom taken at the tip of a torpedo."

"Call it irony. They're gonna' be real irate when you smack 'em in the prostate gland with seventy gigatonnes of this chuckle-stick. Heckin heil-borg brains are gonna' have stack overflow error from all the neutrons we're going to pump through their circuitry. They'll short-circuit in their own piss."

"We can't get behind their battle-line. You can. You know more about their assets in Inverness than we do. What to target, where to shoot. Point this bomb at them and let fly. It's a tapered low-cone warhead so it won't irradiate anything but the target.That it'll do, very well. It'll drive fifty Lawrencium-Boron rods scattershot through over a hundred metres of steel plate on the tip of a nuclear shock cone."

"See, since their fleet is all distracted-like in Bering I figured you'd relish in the chance to clap them around the ears."


"Right some wrongs."

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The birdclock croaked when it saw the sun, tethered to a spring.
G.Riehl.
Esprit wings.

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