"FWLS40" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

bottles of beer on the wall."

"Must you sing that?" she asked, failing to look in my
direction.

"Why, does it bother you?"

"Frankly, yes."

"NINETY EIGHT BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL, NINETY EIGHT
BOTTLES OF BEER!!!! IF ONE OF THOSE BOTTLES SHOULD *HAPPEN* TO
FALL--"

"SHUT UP!" she screamed. Ah! Eye contact. We're getting
somewhere.

"Make a deal. You tell me what's got you so zoned out, and
I stop Karoke Night."

"Forget it."

"Dreidel dreidel dreidel, I made it out of clay--"

"Stop!"

"There was a man who had a dog, and BINGO WAS HIS NAME-O--"

She grabbed shakily for her G.P.W. blaster sidearm, waving
it in my face. "Shut... up."

"Oh, come on. You're gonna blow my head off over a little
ditty? Look, just tell me what's wrong, and I'll draw my
performance to a ha--"

The ship lurched, automatically switching to attack
thrusters. A few warning lights flashed in a very warning
manner.

"What the--?"

"We're under attack," Janice replied totally emotionless. I
quickly darted over to my chair, flinching only when I realized I
was sitting on her book.

"I see 'em. Swinging around... get something threatening
powered up, I'm gonna have them in blast sights in a second or
two."

"I can't!"