“So, what’ll it be? Looking for some nebula leaf to smoke, take some of the edges off of that new responsibility of yours? Oh, maybe I get to rough up some political opponent?” The glee in his voice at getting a chance to hurt someone worries me. “No, nothing like that. I need you to get something else for me.” “You have my attention.” His tongue flicks the microphone as he speaks. “I need…Doritos.” “What the f’tee is that?”
