HEADING TOWARD ONE OF THE SMALLER SOLOMON ISLANDS… “Are those fetuses and semen stowed properly?” “Roger that Space Captain.” “You’re high.” “8,000 feet. The pilot has had two martinis I made myself. Why can’t the skydiver smoke a joint? You grew the dope.” “I worry about your attitude.” “Worry about your altitude. Toggle left, toggle right, stall and land into the wind. I’m on top of the discipline.” “So you think.” “Why couldn’t we have just flown the seaplane? I could’ve taken the dinghy to shore.” “Time and tides, young man. Do you remember the itch me-scratch me?” “You’re not speaking Cantonese. One translucent jade iguana in trade.” “In a handmade box with air holes.” “I understand. What are we getting for the reptile?” “Recovery on the guns last week. Profit and loss.” “And a Filipino orchid banquet dinner with taxi dancers?” “Have I ever let you down?” “Let me consult my diary…I have dates and numbers.” “Get frosty--and get in the doorway.” “Checking in, checking out.” “Not yet… damn you…” Bob and I liked this song. A lot. https://youtube/watch?v=7m94ip38UKs
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