“The worm is becoming a bit more of a problem.” “A bit?” Talking so quietly made me feel like a ventriloquist, although the dummy was me. “We are in the middle of a rescue mission, Skippy. This is very bad timing.” Someone called from behind me, I waved a hand for quiet. “I know and I’m sorry about that, Joe. I’m telling you because you need to know. Well, you keep telling me you need to know, although there’s nothing you can do about it, so this conversation is really a whole lot of blah, blah, blah.”
