Rodney rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t that offensive. If your scientists were worth anything, they’d have thicker hides than that!” “Besides, was perfectly valid criticism,” Zelenka added. John held up the recorder again, and pressed play. “Quack quack quack,” it said, in Rodney’s voice. “Quack honk quack quack honk honk!”*
“For this,” Zelenka told him, when Rodney related the horrific tale from the beginning to end, “for this we need vodka.”*
Lex sips at his spoon and thinks, it’s amazing how chicken and corn soup can change a person. He’s born again, baptised with aromatic amber, seeing the world with gleaming clarity and a hint of coriander.*