"Huh!" said Fitzgerald at last, water pouring down his face. "You know, Dab, I didn't even know Hilbert's had a men's health club."
Dabbler laughed. "Well, you ought to, you optioned it, you know!"
"Did I? Well whatayaknow. We really ought to map this place properly some time just so we know where everything is."
"No thanks, not for a while anyway. Just did that gig with the Bar & Grill and ended up spending the most recent AddVenture downtime in traction as a result."
"You're better, I see."
"It took writing the whole damned Bar & Grill thread to get me that way. I tell ya, Fitz, when Chessintra curses you with bad luck she really plays for keeps! Speaking of which..."
Uh oh, thought Fitzgerald, he's doing the three-dot thing again. He must be planning to say something significant... damn! He's even got me doing it! "Yes?" he prompted.
"Zorlond, Kiya and I have all had our spates of bad luck now. You haven't had your spell of bad luck yet, have you?"
"Gee, I haven't really thought about it. Um, no, I don't think so. Not unless that confrontation one option over with Shackleton counts. Does it, do you think?"
Dabbler considered that. "No, that probably falls more under reaping the reward of foolishness. Anyway, in light of what's happened to the rest of us I just wanted to be sure you're okay, and warn you, if you are."
"Okay, thanks. Can we turn the shower off, now?"
"Oops, sure!" Dabbler did so. "Well, guess I'd better mosey off. Say, you haven't seen JigSaw, have you?"
"Last I knew, he was headed toward the Writers' Block."
"Thanks!" With a final snap of his fingers which conveniently dried Fitzgerald off, Dabbler left, leaving his friend with much to think about...
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