> > Dan Drury looked up as he listened to the tapped phone conversation from the bridge of the SPUD helicarrier. The old line didn’t have the Shoggoth-designed encryption that tended to send his analysts to the sanatorium.
> (OK, it's from the previous chapter, but...)
> Ironically, one of the major hassles I am having at the moment is being caused by encryption.
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> > “Because there’s a mousetrap in there,†Champagne smiled. She turned back to Hallie. “I gather there’s in incident?â€Â
> Shades of Jessica Rabbit?
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> > “I did notice an aircraft-carrier-sized flying bathtub up there as I came in.â€Â
> I always thought the original fantasicar was the flying bathtub.
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> > “We were merely checking a number of dimensional anomalies inside the Mansion structure,†the Shoggoth tried to explain. “This one has not been opened until now for a substantial amount of time as you humans quaintly measure it. Perhaps a hundred of your years?â€Â
> > ...
> > A wall of live turkeys tumbled out onto the surprised G-Man.
> That's a lot of old turkeys then.
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> > “…secret poultry room,†CSFB! concluded.
> > “They taste like chicken,†confided the Manga Shoggoth.
> Doesn't everything?
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> > The Chronicler swept his hand and Lara found she could no longer speak, no longer move. “Enough,†he said wrathfully. “I have no time for this. Lara Night, you are hereby…â€Â
> > “Hello there,†said the Manga Shoggoth, bubbling from nowhere to spill on the Chronicler’s rug. “Did I call at a good time?â€Â
> The art of comedy...
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