Nine Goblins
“said Algol. He was digging in the pack goat’s packs until he came up with a dubious bit of steak left over from the elephant (or possibly Blockhammer). “Here, put this on your eye.”
The steak was cold, thanks to Murray. He had invented a device that kept meat cold, a small box with a fan and little metal wings. He claimed the wings dispersed heat. Most of the other goblins thought he was loony, but Algol had made an effort to understand. “Like birds!” he’d said.
Murray had stared at him, wiping... sweat from under his goggles.
“Hot air rises,” Algol tried to explain, “so birds must be hot, because they fly. The wings cool them down so they can land without floating away.”
“Riiiiight,” Murray had said. “Ah…yeah. Just like that. How…novel of you to figure that out.”
Algol was proud.
Mushkin put the steak on his eye. Mishkin hovered nervously. “Will he be okay? Should he go to the medics?”
“You in a big hurry to lose the eye?” asked Algol mildly. “Keep the steak on it, you’ll be fine.”MoreLess
The steak was cold, thanks to Murray. He had invented a device that kept meat cold, a small box with a fan and little metal wings. He claimed the wings dispersed heat. Most of the other goblins thought he was loony, but Algol had made an effort to understand. “Like birds!” he’d said.
Murray had stared at him, wiping... sweat from under his goggles.
“Hot air rises,” Algol tried to explain, “so birds must be hot, because they fly. The wings cool them down so they can land without floating away.”
“Riiiiight,” Murray had said. “Ah…yeah. Just like that. How…novel of you to figure that out.”
Algol was proud.
Mushkin put the steak on his eye. Mishkin hovered nervously. “Will he be okay? Should he go to the medics?”
“You in a big hurry to lose the eye?” asked Algol mildly. “Keep the steak on it, you’ll be fine.”MoreLess
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