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eginning to be a twenty-two megahertz pain in the
ass.' Kely gnawed on a thumb-nail, and suggested,
`Well, since you're so busy, how's about you give us temporary
assistant Sysop privileges, and we'll sort Yuka's out for you?'
Genesis snorted, and was about to suggest that Kely not waste her
time, when to his surprise, Tjerzibashjian agreed. Genesis
half-expected him to do the whole magical-cold-white-light
routine, but the sphere merely rippled again, and over the sound
of distant address registers incrementing, Tjerzibashjian quoted
Bugs Bunny:
`Ickety Ackety Oop, oh-oh-squeak, ah-ah-flop, and all that crap,
Okay, you're both assistant Sysops. Don't fuck anything up,
okay? I'll be keeping an eye on you.'
They were flying over Nimyf-a-Tel, invisible to all (except
Tjerzibashjian), deciding on the form of their revenge. Genesis
held out his hand, and a puzzle-box covered with ornate designs
in bronze appeared on the flat of his palm. Kely smiled, but
said,
`No, she's awake to that trick. What I had in mind was something
really base, ignoble, revolting, disgusting, you know, what with
her being such a stuck-up elitist.'
`How about drowning Yuka's in a vat of Yuka's own excrement? Or maybe
somebody elses'?'
`Not
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