The party was really getting the spirit of Amor Fou now. Mal glanced at the buffet table, hoping thay there'd be a dab of Kyushu Mud Weasal Pate left by the time they were through.
His gut rumbled, but he pressed on. Once again, he jigged, and again faced the tallest spire visible through the biodomes glasteel segments. Arms raised, and
"Sya-dasti-sya-nasti," Mal intoned. "All that I tell you is meaningless."