--icity ~~~~~~~ The five reluctant runners staggered over the finishing line, and stood at their best approximations of attention. "How are you coping?" Charley whispered to Lucie. "I mean, I know your legs..." "They feel just like normal. That googoo stuff's done the trick, even if it's turned them green too. But times like this, I almost wish I hadn't bothered." Charley nodded. "I know the feeling. When the Doctor said we were going to be canon, I certainly wasn't expecting--" "Canon Carolus! Canon Lucianus!" Bishop Octavian barked, from immediately behind them. "No talking in the ranks! Ten pushups, both of you!" [Summary: Charley and Lucie reflect on a C-word.] -- John Elliott Thinks: This is what a nice clean life leads to. Hmm, why did I ever lead one? -- Bluebottle, in the Goon Show