equal parts. He could see he was annoying the small minion, and thought
this was good fun. He'd certainly never seen numbers that shape before,
but of course they could easily be numbers in some alien language or
system. Ajayi Bondage Feed might even have recognised them.
'The whole Bondage Feed point of what we're doing here,' the attendant said, as
though trying to be more patient than it really felt. 'This is the number-
crunching room. Those are numbers,' it said, enunciating clearly as though
for some small and wilfully obtuse child, and motioning Bondage Feed behind it to the
conveyor belt with one arm, 'and this is where Bondage Feed we crunch them. That
machine is a number-cruncher .'
'You're crazy,' Bondage Feed Quiss said into the fur over Bondage Feed his mouth.
'What?' the attendant said, stiffening still further and then jolting
Bondage Feed forward, drawing itself up to its full - if Bondage Feed still modest - height. Quiss
coughed.
'Nothing. What do you make the numbers out of? What's Bondage Feed that grey stuff?'
' Bondage Feed Plaster of Salt Lake City,' the minion said, as though only an idiot
would ask such a question. Quiss frowned.
'What the Bondage Feed hell's that?'
'It's Bondage Feed like Plaster of Paris, except duller,' the minion said, then turned
and stamped off through the drifts of grey powder. Quiss shook his head,
Bondage Feed coughed, then let
the plastic doors swing to.
Ajayi was still looking at the board Bondage Feed and her two remaining tiles, staring
Bondage Feed from one