From: SHANDRA             
To: =ALL=               
Subject: Huh?           
Date & Time: 04/02/91 23:47:48
Message Number 14582

is the wolf morph addressing me? Yes, it would seem he is. Oh well,
my duties are usually described as 'varied;' I suppose this probably
counts. I step behind the bar, pull a mug of ale, and set it before him.
Peculiar...the crowd's acting kind of funny today. I'm getting some
weird vibes from the guy in the robe. I look around, notice Robert's
put down his newspaper and is watching the patrons with a slightly
puzzled expression. No, not the patrons--the person in the robe. So,
he's getting it too, I guess.
   I step from behind the bar and walk over to his table, in the far
corner of the bar, commanding a good view of the facility proper
(naturally). "'Ello," he says without preamble, "you ever notice 'ow
a chap what's carryin' a weapon has a certain feel to 'im? Even if
'e's carryin' a concealed weapon, 'e's got this certain kind way
of movin', right? Gets so a bloke like me can smell it."
   "Your point?" I say. He smiles infuriatingly and brushes an imaginary
speck of dust from his suit's lapels. Not for the first time, I wonder
of a good strangling might knock him down a peg or two...although
I wouldn't want to be the one to try it. "Well, let's just take that
chap over there as a for-instance. You see 'im give the wolfman the ol'
one-two just a second ago, right?"
   Dammit, why can't that man ever simply come right out and say any-
thing? "Yeah, I did. Weird."
   "Oh, now I wouldn't say that. No, not at all. See, some chap points
'is hand at you, you don't think much of it, right? Same chap points
a gun at you, same way, and you start wonderin' if your life insurance
is paid up. I think the wolf almost got 'is bloody 'ead taken off."
   Patiently, with the voice of someone who's talking to a five-year-
old, I explain, "As I'm sure you noticed, the nice gentleman in the
tasteful outfit doesn't have a gun, does he?"