--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