As the latest train pulled to a stop in the depot at Frakture Fallz, the door opened. Once it stopped completely two big bro sligs stepped out, a slig in a straightjacket held between them. His tail twitched spastically as he looked around, his head jerking one direction and another. The two big bros stood on the platform, waiting for the Interns to come and take the loon from them so they could get back to Splinterz.
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"Sick cultures show a complex of symptoms such as you have named . . . but a DYING culture invariably exhibits personal rudeness. Bad manners. Lack of consideration for others in minor matters. A loss of politeness, of gentle manners, is more significant than is a riot."
-- Robert Heinlein in Friday
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