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me, aren’t you?’
    ‘I don’t think I need to try. You’re doing a good job of it all by yourself.’
    ‘Well, I….’ Sep started to say and thought better of it. Saying anything only seemed to be making September cranky so he tried silence to see if that worked any better. It didn’t.
    ‘The art of making intelligent conversation is not one of your strengths I gather.’
    ‘Did you have any friends on Terranova Two?’
    ‘Yes, one or two.’
    ‘Well, you had the chance to practice then. I’ve only had one visitor in…. well… ever. And all he did mostly was sneeze.’
    ‘Oh do stop complaining Septimity. You’ll have plenty of people to talk to when we get back to Gloth.’
    ‘Get back? I’ve never been to Gloth, or anywhere come to think of it. So how can I go back to somewhere I’ve never been?’
    September grunted and shook his head. ‘What on Gloth have I created?’
    ‘I don’t think my eyes are as green as yours. Mine are more a browny-green I think.’
    ‘Have you quite finished with all this nonsense Septimity?’
    ‘I’ll wash the dishes then, shall I?’
    ‘The very best idea you’ve had all evening Septimity.’

A Small Problem
    ‘Can we bring this meeting to order please gentlemen,’ Kaybob Krizzle, The Puissant of Karhoonaa and President of the Grand Council began.
    ‘Thank you Mr President,’ High Councillor Sckwatt began. ‘I would like to table a motion of postponement of the investiture of the Supreme Potentate and the immediate appointment of a Potentate-General. It is with a heavy heart that I must table this motion, however I and many other councillors believe that the time has come to act for the good of Gloth and the Twelve Sun Systems and return leadership and good governance to our loyal populations. We cannot sit by and again watch as yet another fool is entrusted with the leadership of our great empire. I call upon you, my fellow councillors to support this motion.’
    ‘Thank you councillor,’ Krizzle said in response to Sckwatt’s motion. ‘Could I ask you gentlemen, to limit yourselves to four minutes each to express your mind on this matter. Once we have heard from you all, I will call for a formal vote on the motion.’
    Krizzle sat quietly as each councillor rose and addressed the meeting and as he had expected, it was going to be a line-ball vote. Many councillors expressing the belief that the Supreme Potentate was purely ceremonial, so it hardly mattered anymore. While others held the belief that the appointment of a Potentate-General would return some respect to the office of Potentate for an interim period until a sane Supreme Potentate could be appointed. As the last councillor rose and expressed support for the motion, Krizzle’s arithmetic calculated that the coming vote would pass the motion by one solitary voice. He checked his notes for his address to the meeting and hoped he had the argument to gain the one vote he needed to defeat the motion. He paused as he readied to make his address, but feared his argument was not strong enough to persuade a single councillor to change his vote.
    ‘Fellow councillors. With the passing of time comes wisdom and the understanding that …..,’ Krizzle started but was interrupted by a loud gasp followed by an even louder thud.
    ‘Quick, call a doctor!’ Councillor Phlipplid yelled as he darted from his chair to assist Councillor Plimylite, who had just tumbled from his chair to the floor and lay unconscious. Krizzle also moved towards Plimylite, accompanied by the sincere hope that old man Plimylite had chosen a very convenient time to drop dead. He had another sudden hope as Plimylite’s son, who also sat on the Grand Council jumped in panic towards his father. He might accompany his father to hospital and that would take two votes away as they both supported the motion.
    Within minutes the palace doctor arrived and came to a very quick conclusion that indeed, old man Plimylite had up and died. His