“This, we built. Took a day and we ate a star to do it: good star, too, one of the crunchy ones.” “Crunchy?” “Don’t ask,” Zanj said. “You don’t want to get them started on stars.” “Sixth or seventh generation. Lots of heavy elements, a dirty burn. You know it’s horrible for you, but you can’t help yourself. Like when you wrap bacon around, you know. Things. Like more bacon.
