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Darkside said something involving "the lab" the other night.

"Thanks for the earworm," I grumbled at him.

"Oh, what is it?" he asked. "The Monster Mash?"

"That, and 'Come up to the lab, and see what's ... on the slab'," I said.

He LEAPED sideways, away from me. He loathes Rocky Horror, due to overexposure.

"It's just a jump to the left," I smirked at him. Too bad he had been standing with his right side facing me.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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