"Chit, you've got to come back! You've been gone for a month!"

"I'm still sick."

"No one's sick for that long and lives. You're plotting, aren't you."

"Of *course* I'm plotting," Chit sighed, "I'm just also sick. And it's not helping my plots
either, let me tell you..."

"Things are really getting bad here..."

"You handled it without me for a year."

"Yeah, but Susie thinks she can just add squirrels and get work done, now. [chitter] She
transferred *Jase*, Chit."

"But.. but he's a *mechanic*!"

"I *told* you not to use metaphors around her."

"Look, I'll be back in as soon as I can... but I can't even stand up without falling
over..."

"You don't need to stand, Chit. You just need to look at the screen and type."

"[sigh] I'll be in next week, for sure."

"[frustratedchitter] Fine. If that's the way you want it."

"Derek --" he started, but the connection was dead. So touchy, just because his workload
doubled. No, tripled -- he was trying to train a mechy. [giggle]

Ah, well. At least the worst was over... and he was the wiser for it, perhaps?

Yeah, he should have trusted the doctor. Yeah, he'd panicked at the sight of the needle.
Who *wouldn't* panic at a syringe as big as their forearm? [chitter]

"You can't draw that much blood!" Chit had screeched, "You'll kill me!" So they'd argued
for... minutes, until Khyron had opened up the medical texts, done the calculation based
on Chit's weight and age, and dared him to find the error.

It wasn't until he woke up in his burrow three days later that he realized some sort of
safety margin had likely been in order. No... no... he distinctly remembered waking up
with the perfect plan to send the three-eyed hotdogs back to Boston. It was sometime
that week, though. [flick]

But the virus had been extracted (Khyron had expected Chit to be pleased that he'd managed
to seperate out twice as much as they needed), and Walter had taken care of the
transportation again, and Kara had picked some scouts she trusted to teach this Fudd the
ins and outs of treachery and deception, and so everything was ready.

So when *was* he going to get here? [angryflick] Hadn't he told him to come as soon as
possible?

Oh, no. He'd told him to wait for a date.

Hee hee hee.

Well, that was fixed easily enough. [streeetch] He fired up his computer and logged on.

****** TIGHTBEAM to Almond ******
Sorry to keep you waiting. I've been kind of indisposed. Just tell the human to get here
as soon as possible, and... er... oh, tell him to broadcast the third line of Jabberwocky
on our frequency. No one here reads Carrol, and I'm sure he's had enough of it forced
down his throat. }:)

Over and out...

==
Chit
****** END AND TRANSMIT ******