Oh, Wingleader C'jan!

[Anna]

Kris, dear - would C'jan like one of his wingriders to give him a bit of a headache?

[Kris]

Hold on, I'll ask.

Hey, C'jan? Would you mind terribly if one of your wingmates gave you an extra migraine this writing season?

::C'jan looks up from his pile of wing reports, disciplinary write-ups, and letters from home with murder in his eyes:: "Depends. Can I use that wingmate to demonstrate how easy it is to take apart the human body armed only with a dull butterknife and agenothree?"

. . . sure, Anna! He's all yours!

::C'jan reaches for his Ramellan dagger. "And you're now target practice."::

'Scuse me, got somewhere to be right now! ::g,d, rlh::