Chris, my wife, weighs in here w/ a Heavy-Psych tissue-paper construct:
(He's well wrapped-up for a Martian silicon slice-storm, I reckon...slippery Sister Sh'haaan got him tagged for a Velo Hunt. Let's hope he don't drink that scrimson schrinn-juice, eh?)
Fuck, Dave the Head rang earlier. "Morris-Dancers of Gor"...