Perry put his feet onto a small bundle of hair, smell and and bones known as Knuckles, it looked at him and curled back asleep.
"another, stinking day in the Snout" started perry
"ever since the ion storm we were forced to wait in Bornholm, un-fortunately that ratbag Amish found out about this, he qadripled the price of his rooms, and so did all the rest of the barkeeps. so were' bunking down in the Snout, cramped with this, whasasnames, mutt of an animal called knuckles stinking up the place"
The animal, twisted from its position inder the feet of Perry and stood up and looked at him, it made a Wheezelike sound it's species, whatever it was, were known for back in Planet Nuremberg, it scuttled along to a bowl of water and made laud slurping noises as it tried to drink.
"After this i'll go off to New Berlin for a while, i've been cramped in this bomber for too long, time to get to some open air"