THE ACTOR'S NIGHTMARE

"Who am I this time?" Servalan asked, as Jarriere brought in the silver tray containing her plunge-pot of espresso and soft-boiled egg.

"Errr...Krantor, ma'am," Jarriere said. "And, woman, I am Jarvik!" he said, launching himself at her. "You are beautiful!" **************** Just my luck it WOULD be Tufty, Jenna thought. Well, it's not so bad. At least I know how to pilot this crate. "I'm sure that vulpine degenerate would enjoy that, but you can forget it," Servalan/Krantor told Jarriere/Jarvik. ************ Vila picked up the eyepatch in his left hand, remembered, put it down, and put it on with his right. "I'll get you, Blake," he bellowed, running down the corridor to the flight deck.

"Whoever's being me doesn't have to be on the ship, you know," Blake squeaked with a Piri-esque simper. "It could be any bit player on any one of thousands of worlds..."

-(Y)