Knot’s moved up a row. She’s seated one over from me. Doodling.
Drinker says, under his breath, “Big passed.”
I answer: “Right. Big’s Not Big. He’s Big XXX. Mark it.” I slash three quick XXXs across my screen. Knot looks to the side quickly, then glances down.
Drinker shudders, pulls slightly out of his seat.
The human members of this class in the last remaining colony on Earth are disappearing faster than you can say Fa la la la.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.