You didn’t actually think he was working for Canadians, did you?
I knew exactly who he was when I met him for the 2nd time and I just gave you the third one. If you don't know the first... well, I think -some- of you think you do, but Only He and I know the First Contact We shared. (Authenticity very important on backwater planets like this.)
I have to put some motherfucking pants on. Fortunately I have plenty of those, left behind as spoils of war. ("Hey! Look! There's my pants!")
Meanwhile, they're gonna love this one down at the Embassy water cooler that's for goddam sure. If you want to me to tell the truth, I might just move into a rolling Popemobile with a show her installed. (Don't ask who has
that in their rider.)
Canadians--I SALUTE THEE. YES, AND YOUR ADORABLE PAIR OF MATCHED GECKOS TOO.
