”“Not more goblins, I trust?”“Actually, something a little more difficult. I want you to help him capture a dungeon crab.”“Pardon my ignor...ance, but I am not familiar with the term. I come from a land without such things.”The baron got to his feet and began searching a nearby bookshelf. “Dungeon crabs are massive terrestrial beings, spending their lives deep beneath the earth. However, they surface from time to time, poking the tips of their shells out of the ground.” He found the desired book. "Where was Tick Tick?" Called off on some bogus fire. Or a real one. Don't know; forgot toask. He checked in for a moment while we were at the clinic."They finshed feeding this mound of monsters and fed the next. Jazzsaid, "Have you seen Mrs. Mac?" No."Jazz chuckled. "You're in for a treat."********They fabbed a knee brace for Joi, and also a cane.Joi answered the door when Linda came over in gym clothes."You look a sight," Linda said. "Jousting with busses?" Would have been safer." Joi ushered. He hated the CIA with a deep and abiding passion. Cindy was not left out: there was authorized one slot for Master Technician, whose insignia was a bar with three black squares, but the bar itself was gold instead of silver. With Myron being promoted out of it, Cindy was happy to pin the Master Technician bars upon the uniform of one Mary Mahoney Milton. Yes, ‘Milton’. Mary and Myron had been married the previous Saturday in a ceremony officiated by Police Chaplain Father Romano. The nepotism. She tries to stand, flail her arms and get away from me all at the same time but unknown to her i tied her arms together at the wrist and elbow then to the back of the chair making her chest burst forward. In her restraint she struggles and squirms and mumbles into the tight ball gag. After the initial panic and realisation of her helplessness she realises in the low light a table is to her right. She cant quit see the many items in the low light but she can guess what they are for. I walk over.