Wowbagger winced at the thought. “How about I put her in storage for a while? I can have the computer melt some of that nicotine from the walls of her lungs.” “Don’t you dare put her in storage!” shouted Trillian, resisting a strong urge to stamp her foot. Then: “Nicotine. Has she been smoking?” “For a few years, according to my readings.” “Smoking! Where did Random find time to smoke? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her breathe in with all the complaining she does.” “Storage? Go on.”
