From: THE SPECIALIST      
To: ALL                 
Subject: Excuse me,     
Date & Time: 04/05/91 19:30:14
Message Number 14689

  I notice that the Tailless wonder has come out of this daze.  He makes
a remark about how he never needs a doctor, and then starts blathering
deliriously about he was on a space station, and that he was supposed to
have had the perfect weapon.  He continues by saying that Florida is not
a chain of islands, as everyone knows....
  I decide that the guy is a lunatic...or seriously mentally hurt. 
Either that, or he was actually on a space station, and put to sleep,
or held in cryogenic suspension, and *just* came out of it, and somehow
got ejected on some sort of a lifepod, just happened to crash on this 
particular island, killing everyone but him in the process....
  Naw, he's a loonie.  I find myself relieved when he gets up and 
wanders off.  I turn my attention back to the bunny.  Someone sits down
behind me, but says nothing, so I don't know if it's him again or not.
The bunny has got her drink, and I feast on her good looks while she
drinks it.
  She doesn't seem to mind my lewd gaze...quite actually encourages it.
"So how about it?" she asks.  I open my mouth to reply, but I am
interrupted by the same morph, this time standing right next to me.  I
decide that the guy is definitely short a few marbles, but I can't get 
a word in edgewise to shut him up.  I give the bunny-morph a "can-you-
hold-on-a-minute-while-I-get-rid-of-this-guy" look, and turn to face
the morph.
  "Look, fella, I don't want to seem too rude, but you really do look
like you could use some professional help with that, er, injury.  
Losing your tail is not like breaking a claw, you know."  I look around
for some managerial help in losing this dude.